So
it has been a while since I last blogged about my life. However, the sad part of my few week
hiatus is this; NOTHING HAPPENED!
I mean nothing worth blogging about involving sex and or sexual
activity. But I guess as long as
were sitting here reading and writing and shit, I could go on to tell you all
this; I am moving!
North
Carolina is calling my name! I am
actually heading out of town in 4 days, which kind of sucks because I have a
lot of unfinished business here to deal with. Namely my vehicle and packing and making sure I have all my
documents and shit like that. Oh,
not to mention how good things are going with Jeff. Fuck me right?
As soon as a normal guy comes along I have to go and be relocated. I feel like I am part of the fucking
witness protection or something. I
will be covertly moving from this area to a small town in North Carolina where
no one knows me, (or my blog), (which should be fun), (which I should take
advantage of), but it still sucks!
Jeff
and I still talk throughout the days and the weeks and shit like that, and the
sad part is that I think I could have gone somewhere. Well of course it could have gone somewhere! Why wouldn’t it have been that
good?! Oh, that’s right, I don’t
have luck in the man department even when it’s frigging good! Blaaa!
I
was talking to him about my job opportunity last week and he seemed a little
bummed out about the fact that I could potentially be moving far away from this
area. Then I found out that I did in fact get the job and that I was going to
move. So he asked me about it and
I told him yes, I was going.
“Bittersweet,”
was his response.
Then
he was a little standoffish because there was no point in it becoming something
more serious due to the stupid move.
SO! Here was are one week
later and I am, you know, single.
And he is sitting on his couch every night after work hanging out
alone. Being that I am not one of
those types of girls who will just sit around and wait, or feel sorry for
myself (anymore), I decide, “what have I got to lose!?”
“Heyyyy! Wanna get some wings tonight?”
“Well
look who it is! That’s the best
you can do after I drunkenly poured my heart out to you the other night?”
Backtrack,
he didn’t pour his heart out, he did however, go on a drunken rant. In which he told me he was in Long
Island, the Yankees rule, the Giants rule, He was representing his road, and
amazing things will fall into my lap, and he wants to talk to me soon. HAHA. I don’t even know.
“Oh
stop! It was a drunk rant.”
“HAHA! I don’t know if I can do tonight, I am
working late.”
“Well,
I am leaving Sunday and I am unavailable starting Friday.”
“Oh
no! Leaving for good? By the way, I want to be your McSteamy”
HAHAHA! I had posted something the other day
about my new hospital job and wondering if I was going to find myself a sexy
McDoctor. Ergo, he wants to be my
McSteamy. (FYI, if I do find a
McDoctor, there will be stipulations; MUST BE a Yankee. Zero drawls (we all know how I feel
about them), handsome, smart, and good in bed. Also must not be a foot, vagina, ass, or nose doctor).
“Yes,
I am leaving indefinitely. And you
already are my McSteamy.”
“Nice! Lets meet up tomorrow at the bar for
wings.”
“We
can do that!”
So
there we have it, I have a date tomorrow night with Jeff, I guess we could call
it our first and last date. Which
is sad. Want to know whats even more
e sad?! I have my god damn
period! Why wouldn’t I have my
period the last week of my life in New York!? It only makes sense!
Fuck my life!
Well,
at least I don’t have to shave my legs right? I mean maybe I should shave my legs just incase I want to
wear shorts, right? This period
better hurry its ass along. If I
have a date tomorrow, what are the chances of my period being gone? Is there a pill for this? Maybe that’s what I should invent. (I have been trying to find something
to invent for years. This could be
it!). I should make a pill that
puts a period on hold for at least 5 hours.
With
my luck, they probably already have it.
Whatever.
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