So I’m doing my part-time job again this week (and for the next four weeks), and I told myself that I wouldn’t turn on my PC when I got home. I left home about 5:45 a.m. to work out, then work, then work the second job, and it was 11 p.m. by the time I got home. Yet, here I am. Of course there was nothing earth-shattering in my e-mail, nothing that couldn’t wait until tomorrow, yet my pretty little laptop has an allure I can’t resist.
In other news, I am thinking about moving. I don’t want to, but my one-bedroom apartment is kind of pricey. But, it’s a good location, it’s safe, I have a washer and dryer in my unit and it’s 900 sqft — and it’s only 8 minutes from Ryan’s house, for those special nights. Wink. My lease is up in October so I have all summer to figure it out. Damn my spendthrift ways! Damn my inability to stick to a budget! Damn, damn, damn.
I haven’t mentioned Ryan too much lately — it just seems to weird now to write about him when I know he’s reading this. I had a funny little story from Friday night, but if I posted it he’d probably just get pissed off at me.
Oh, hell, why not? He is but one reader out of many. Wink.
So he came over Friday evening — in the middle of “Cold Case”! Sigh. — and we were hanging out and whatnot, and he fell asleep. In my bed. Now he’s spent the night before and it has been quite some time since I’ve had anything other than Virginia the teddy bear to snuggle up with, but before sawing logs, Ryan mentioned that he had a basketball game in the morning. 6:30 in the morning to be exact. Fuck that shit.
While he’s being all cute and cuddly, I’m in bed plotting how I can — nicely — suggest that perhaps he would be more comfortable at home. I remembered that all of the windows were open in the living room, and as I slipped out of bed, I touched his hand, which had the desired effect of scaring the shit out of him and thus waking him up. (Really, I did feel a bit bad. A bit.)
Ryan, punkin’, I do like it when you spend the night … just not when it involves an early-morning wake-up for me!
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Poor Ryan…lol.
Comment by Izzy - May 31, 2006 12:53 am
That’s true. You don’t need that LOL
Comment by Mr. Fabulous - May 31, 2006 5:47 am
why couldn’t he let you sleep while he got up early and snuck out?!
girl needs her beauty sleep.
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Comment by mollymcmommy - May 31, 2006 11:06 am