Things are sucky but I’m so lucky
I’m not fired. But I was ridiculously lucky. Undeservedly so.
This weekend has been fun. I’m sorry if I haven’t been writing lately. I have been inundated with crap. So now I’ll recap.
I had retreat this weekend with the churchies, and I needed that so much. It was great fun bonding and there were new people who came, and it was cool meeting them. Ours is a close-knit group, and I love it. Saturday I came home and was bored to tears so I worked on my Martha Graham story that will run in the paper tomorrow. Then Jonathan was all “if you’re bored (which I was) you can come to this improv show” so I went to La Tazza Fresca and then decided an improv show sounded awesome. So I got all cleaned up, and went with him, Anja, Jeff, Jens B and C, Murat and some guy whose name I don’t remember to this improv show at the Hideout, a coffee space/performance space/whatever downtown. The improv was amazing- those guys are so great at thinking on their feet. I myself am not. Afterwards we went to Hickory Street B&G and ate, and that was really fun too. It was nice to be with a group of couples and not feel like the 3rd, 5th or 7th wheel.
I woke up this morning not knowing what day it was; once I figured it out I was so happy. I love Sundays so much. So I got all pretty for church and when LJ walked in my heart stopped. He looked so beautiful today. He had this blazer and this black turtleneck and jeans and he was just so gorgeous and cool…I dug my nails into Brandon’s leg, poor guy. I really should just go talk to him…instead of stealing the page on the registration pad that he signed. I did that, by the way. I have lost my mind. Just so you know.
The Law Student went away for the weekend and I didn’t know so this whole time I’ve missed him. But I talked to him today. :o) Yay. The asking out is imminent, I think. And that makes me smile. Because I like him and he’s not a big jerk. Imagine that!
Alright. No mas! I’m out and back to work.
Feeling: happy
Loving:possibilities
Hating: negative thoughts of not measuring up
Hearing:“the words I hold so dear”
