connielingus

In the immortal words of Don Mecca -

"Ta-day was a good day."

So, yeah, job's almost in the bag. Interview went great, they "tentatively" offered me the position provided my drug screen and background check come up clean. I'd start training Sep. 24.
Meantime, I'm helping my Aunt K fix up one of her properties to sell. Quality family time, a hard days work, and a little spending money in mah pocket. Not too shabby.
I'm also thinking of getting a waitressing job at the diner down the street from me. It's a busy place, looks like a decent turn over. I'd try for full time hours, to start, and go down to part time once I start at Comcast. I AM really sick of the restaurant industry, but it's what I know, and it's good for a fall back.
So I suffer a little to acheive my ultimate goal. This time next year I'll be in the island of Andros with the man of my dreams living the life. The more shitty eggs I sling and cable packages I sell, the faster I'll get there. Fuck it.

I've been missing him something awful, had a few rough days, this week. But we're working it out, I just need to be paitient.


I have this folder, it's about ready to burst at the seems. On the front it reads "Dimo". Inside is every birthday/valentine/anniversary/christmas/I miss you card he's ever given me, every little scrap note he's left me, even the little cards that come with flowers. I haven't opened it in a very long time. The other night, I read each and every item in this folder, whilst drunk and crying, listening to OK Computer (most couples have a "song", we have an album). It made so many good memories come rushing back, made me all at once so amazingly happy and so unbearably sad.
When we first started dating, he wrote me the most beautiful poem. Now, my Dimo can be quite romantic in his own quirky little way. But he is by no means the type to write love poetry. This piece of paper, stained and wrinkled and tucked away in my folder, is my most prized posession. And when I pulled it out of the folder, I couldn't believe I'd forgotten about it.

It's alot like how our relationship has been, a treasured gift I kept tucked away and all but forgot it's power over me. Every day that goes by, I'm reminded of just how follish I've been. I almost threw this all away on a whim, because my head got a bit cloudy. I'm so very grateful I realized what I was doing before it was too late, and that we love each other enough to forgive, to leave the pain in the past, and to work toward our wonderful future together.

...But enough blubbering.

I'm getting there is all I'm trying to say. There's quite a ways to go, but I'm headed in a great direction. So what if my car's about to be repo'd, so what if I've single handedly let my credit go down the shitter, so what if my girlish figure's gotten a tad too "curvy". I care not. I have my family closer than I've ever allowed them to be, I have this beautiful man waiting for me, I have a plan, and that's about all I damn well need.

So, yeah. Has anyone seen "Hot Fuzz", yet? If you haven't, get your ass to the video store, pronto. I haven't laughed this hard in a good while. Great. Fucking. Movie.

Enjoy the weekend, my friends.

Smooch