hal…whats a yoohoo? He still didn’t know how to answer that today. Last night I was sitting at happy hour at La Strada drinking Hal’s fabulous Champogne martini which i absolutley adore, waiting for my bus which apparently broke down when he called me a yoohoo. Meh, its hal, he’s like that. But yes, i neeeded that martini…Natalia comes up to me…you have a phone call, who is it, Muhanna. Christ natalia, tell him i am not here. Too late. NATALIA, tell him i can’t get phone calls when i am on the clock…but youre not on the clock. NATALIA!
Muhanna’s been stalking me. Yay stalkers. Talking with aaron yesterday his respond: people fall in love wih you way too easily.
Natalia gave her two weeks, i am going to talk to todd tomorrow about possibly picking up her position which would be fabulous. Phone call today from the publishing company, the job i previously referred to as “my job”. hopefully, we will se.
The devil called me. He apologized for being icky on the phone with me last time (he freaked when he found out i was talking to him from drunken mgrs house…who is now out of the picture…and freaked out even more when i told him we were just friends and i didn’t have a problem talking with him why i was at my “boyfriends” house)Anyway it is much better to try to be friends with the devil than to try to be lovers with the devil.
One day and one week in counting.
Completely burnt out. Went for a run today, that mile helped some but I am still just holding my breath and waiting for things to turn around abit. I move into my new place mid-June, so for now I am sleeping at mummays and catching the bus into town for work. I can take more, not saying I want too- just saying I have been through worse. I was starting to get off track and God is just wanting me to see where my life is suppose to be going.
The last three or four months have just been me lossing my focus in a sea of boys and resumes. Now the boys were slightly unproductive but the resumes weren’t…I just wish one of them will take hold sometime soon. I want to be able to have some free time to take care of myself and some other people as well. If I don’t find a new job by mid June I will take up another part time position and forget about this crappy job search shit that is obviously not going anywhere because guess what…the economy sucks and there is really no place for someone with out the covetted sheet of paper, no matter how much you know.
If I have to listen to one more damn country song telling me about the american dream I am going to puke. Want to rub the lack of family and white picket houses in my face some more please? Heres the thing about the perfect love they always sing about…I can’t seem to find someone without a servere mental disorder for even a mediocre love let alone a perfect love. I have exchanged the real time persuit of Mr Right for the psuedo-reality of romance novels, now all I need is ten cats and fifty nine more pounds and I will be set. Guess who hasn’t been laid in a while :)