The Story About Running Into An Ex In Another City At A Strip Club

I originally wanted to title this post "he has a big penis" and supposedly, that's the kind of things that girls want to hear about guys. Maybe I'm not normal, but I really don't want to know those things about people unless I'm dating them or want to date them. For any other reason, please don't talk about penis size. I have another friend who always says "it's not how big it is, but what you do with it." I didn't want to know he had a small penis, but he went and said it anyway.

So my day started out real crap-like. I cried multiple times before 9:23 and almost had a cry at 12:30. I am so ridiculous sometimes, I can't believe people want to be around me. Once I signed out of work, my day just went fantastic. Went for drinks after work, then had some more with some co-workers. Had a good chat. Went home. Got ready and went out again. Social life today was a 8 out of 10. I had a great time with my friend A. She made me feel like an adult. In her words we're "little adults". It made me smile and it makes so much sense. I look forward to the near future and the "little adult" things we have planned.

So I officially have an apartment which I move into March 1st, but technically not until the 3rd and technically I probably won't sleep over until that Friday. I wanted to wish February away, but there is so much to look forward to. A. C working with me and M next week. B. Buying furniture and house accessories a.k.a spending money C. Single Ladies Valentine's night and D. Wilco. Next month looks to be shaping up and I'm glad I have things to look forward to.

I wanted to be angry, but my spirits are high, so complaining is at a minimum. Now I'm trying to get the things I want/need pretty quick here because it's about time it happens.

He Said My Name and I Missed It

I think that says it all. That's how I feel like the whole day, by day I mean my working day went. And then after that it went fab. I looked at bachelor apartment. The only thing stopping me from getting it are my references. Leave it up to George to say previous things like "who wouldn't giving you a glowing review?" So nice. I'm sure it's mine, but I need to wait for the official. Although the manager and owner made it sound like a done deal. Too bad I hadn't learned that lesson the first time, because I would be moving into my dream apartment next Monday, but alas I'm not. Like I said, I missed it and I know that I'll hear another time, but it's that first time that matters most and the whole thing has gone to shite.

I thought I would be complaining more, but my current disposition has left me feeling optimistic despite the lessons I had to learn in the first place. I'm wishing I could go back in time and fix it. My heart hurts. Seriously. Still shedding tears on the should have been. This isn't a metaphor for my life is it? Aim and miss, end up settling, but it all turns out? God I hope not. I'm just sad that there is lack of lighting, the brown carpet and the fact that the room just isn't long enough. I'm sure some imagination, so esthetic eye will make the place 80% better than what it looked like today.

Currently Lucille has one arm over my typing arm and purring like a weirdo. It's pretty darn cute, but seriously odd. It soon will be just me and her and I wonder if the lack of space is going to make her go mental. I don't think so, as long as she has a window sill to sit on and my bed to lay, she'll most likely be fine.

I really just want to go on about my crap working day, but somehow I'm over the damn thing. Which is weird because there are some stupid little things that still enrage me like Chris, that woman complaining about walking across the street and there being no coffee and that fucking bag pipe on Friday afternoon after that horrible experience with a customer and stupid tuna sandwich. Suck it. They can all suck it. Every single one of those people can suck it. Although the bag pipe player does not need to suck it. He blows and he blows real fine. Tee hee.

Don't Forget the Limes (And the Salt)

During the day, usually into the afternoon is the time when I start hating on my present situation. For someone reason I can never see the positives in my life right now, just the negatives. Such as I wish I had a career or made more money. I now only have two single friends left which is making me feel lonely for being single. Not to mention how single I feel when I'm hanging out with a bunch of couples makes me feel like the odd one out. Although, I always think of the the regular essayist of Elle Canada Magazine, and how Tabatha is always single and her friends always set her up with weird people or need someone to fill an empty place setting for a dinner party and it makes me feel normal.

Or the fact that I'm super impatient and can't find any ads that interest me for a place. My heart is still set on the beautiful little apartment that I wasn't even considered for nor probably even glanced at *tear*. And all I want is that apartment and I still get choked up on it because I know I'm not going to find anything quite as nice and quaint as that one. I've seen some reasonable places, but they're all on the other end of the city and I'm so not interested in living that far away from where I already reside. I think I may have to give up on that one. My heart still lingers on its granite counter-tops, cherry hardwood floors, creamy tiles and the French balcony door.

It never fails when I'm hating on myself, that when I go work at the pool hall, I feel loads better about myself. People treat me like a human being- an equal. Maybe if I didn't have to wear a uniform that made me feel frumpy and unattractive, all the stuck up customers would shut their non-verbal judging mouths (at my day job that is). Regardless I have a great time, joke, laugh and just feel great. It's one of the reasons I can't let the place go yet, and I'm not sure when I will leave the place that feels so much like my working home, that I don't know what I would do without it.

Although I don't drink tequila, next time I order it, I can't forget the limes or the salt.