OK - I have a joke for you.
So my guy walks into a jewelry store. On purpose. I show him the ring I have been looking at. He says it is nice. He then walks over to the wedding sets. I start to feel a grand mal seizure coming on. I am tempted to ask if he is lost, or perhaps playing a very mean joke. He sits down and engages the sales lady in a very long conversation about the rings, looks at them, asks questions. She shows him these things called "soul mate" diamonds - two diamonds cut from the same rock. He says that is really awesome, and gives me a big kiss. The lady makes some comment about making things perfect when he proposes, and he says yes, absolutely. I am now pretty sure that I have never been more confused in my life and I am feeling that having that spontaneous seizure is more realistic every second. My jaw is resting on hell. The kicker? He takes a whole set of literature on the rings, and ASKS the woman for her business card.
Okay, so it wasn't really a joke.
Yesterday we were looking at the literature. These things are really kick ass. I try not to say "what do you think you are DOING?!" or "what the fuck is going on???" I succeed. The pricing on them isn't bad at all. I then make some joke about me figuring something out about the rings so what was my prize - a sandwich? (figuring out this diamond purchase thing is a fucking chore) and he goes "yeah, sandwiches for the next 80 years". I was like, alrighty...sounds like a plan...that is 29,200 sandwiches. I wonder how many loaves of bread that takes. And that's if I only eat one a day. Haha.
Then today he actually asks me if I told my grandmother about it. Huh? Why? To get the rumor going around my family that we are getting hitched? Weird.
So anyways, between that and him trying to convince me that our dog is a pony for the sake of fulfilling that everygirl childhood fantasy, nothing really exciting has gone on.
Except I have a job at guitar center, but I have to wait til January. Bleck.
My thought for the day: Money sucks ass.
My listening pleasure: Duran Duran, Skinny Puppy, and Sting.
Wearing: black stretch jeans, black t shirt, boots.
Wish: well...I really couldn't ask for anything more than money...
So my guy walks into a jewelry store. On purpose. I show him the ring I have been looking at. He says it is nice. He then walks over to the wedding sets. I start to feel a grand mal seizure coming on. I am tempted to ask if he is lost, or perhaps playing a very mean joke. He sits down and engages the sales lady in a very long conversation about the rings, looks at them, asks questions. She shows him these things called "soul mate" diamonds - two diamonds cut from the same rock. He says that is really awesome, and gives me a big kiss. The lady makes some comment about making things perfect when he proposes, and he says yes, absolutely. I am now pretty sure that I have never been more confused in my life and I am feeling that having that spontaneous seizure is more realistic every second. My jaw is resting on hell. The kicker? He takes a whole set of literature on the rings, and ASKS the woman for her business card.
Okay, so it wasn't really a joke.
Yesterday we were looking at the literature. These things are really kick ass. I try not to say "what do you think you are DOING?!" or "what the fuck is going on???" I succeed. The pricing on them isn't bad at all. I then make some joke about me figuring something out about the rings so what was my prize - a sandwich? (figuring out this diamond purchase thing is a fucking chore) and he goes "yeah, sandwiches for the next 80 years". I was like, alrighty...sounds like a plan...that is 29,200 sandwiches. I wonder how many loaves of bread that takes. And that's if I only eat one a day. Haha.
Then today he actually asks me if I told my grandmother about it. Huh? Why? To get the rumor going around my family that we are getting hitched? Weird.
So anyways, between that and him trying to convince me that our dog is a pony for the sake of fulfilling that everygirl childhood fantasy, nothing really exciting has gone on.
Except I have a job at guitar center, but I have to wait til January. Bleck.
My thought for the day: Money sucks ass.
My listening pleasure: Duran Duran, Skinny Puppy, and Sting.
Wearing: black stretch jeans, black t shirt, boots.
Wish: well...I really couldn't ask for anything more than money...
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Sorry I have not kept up on writing... What can I say???
I am a lazy, self centered bitch! Just ask miss_lady.
Hope you had a great holiday.