Bitter Pill

These are some of the reasons I love going home. Coming back to the desert is never easy. Not even when the weather is twenty degrees warmer and brighter.

Part of me knows I should stop going, stop putting myself through the roller coaster of what-if's and maybes. Good things come to those that wait. When you think you're done looking and have given up, that which you have sought, shows up.

Patience is not a virtue of mine.

Turdsday

No rebounds. No need. I wasn't dropped, I walked away, head held high.

I've had moments where I wonder if this is it. I know better, I've been through worse. I'm a tough girl, I've been told that by several people near and dear to me. Maybe a little too tough.

Match dot com is pricey. They don't let you get the six month subscription month by month, oh no. They charge you all six months at once. Damn. And you can't check your emails on match until you pay up. I pay up to look at the email, he tells me to check out his myspace. Geez. He seems pretty cool, he's got a nice varied taste in music and he likes Enders Game. The website is still running a racket though.

I'm thinking about getting a second job, just to have something to do to pass the time and meet new people. It's a bit more cost-effective for me to meet people while getting paid instead of paying to sit in a class and hope I meet people.

First try!

Ha!

You Are Hockey

Tough, athletic, and not afraid of a fight. You don't mind putting your body on the line!

What Winter Sport Are You?

I want:

An oven that works.

My hands to stop feeling as if they are stuck in an ice block.

My own place.

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I have:

Food in my belly, never worrying where it will come from.

Hands to feel as if they are in ice blocks.

A safe, warm roof over my head.



I am thankful, maybe not enough, but I am.

From the movie The Mexican:

Samantha: I have to ask you a question. It's a good one so think about it. If two people love each other, but they just can't seem to get it together, when do you get to that point of enough is enough?

Jerry: Never.

Space

I want my own chunk of it.

The (ex)boyfriend offered me the use of the apartment tonight since he wouldn't be in it. You better believe I took him up on it. I cooked dinner (mamma's green bean casserole), watched what I wanted on tv, and was able to surf the net from the comfort of the couch. Hopefully soon I will be in my own space that will cost me more than I probably want it to.

Thanks to the boy for letting me have a night to myself.

And I've discovered that Seagrams 7 is some damn tasty stuff.

ARG!

I think I may have had a hand in killing the oven on Thanksgiving.

Apparently tin foil is not a friend of the heating element in the oven. Especially when the element is working. My job on turkey day was to check on the bird and ensure that it was heating up to the appropriate temperature. I think that it's very possible that during one of the temperature checks I may have lifted the tin foil an eensy bit too high. Long story short: yes, we have no oven (that works). This is frustrating to me because one of the few domestic things I enjoy doing is baking. It's sorta hard to bake without an oven.

In other news, I hope this letter I'm planning on sending out sometime next week doesn't screw me over. I was taught that almost everything is negotiable. Hopefully this is one of them and by my asking to negotiate it won't leave a proverbial sour taste in anyones proverbial mouth.