First things first. I have lost 47lbs. I don't like to say lost, because I know right where it went, and every step it's taken me to get rid of it. I didn't just "lose" shit. Seriously? I have to thank that boy and the extra curricular activities for this weeks loss, because working out in the morning, I'm not at full capacity yet. I've only been doing 30 minutes. And this morning I didn't do nothin. Let's go over the stats, shall we? Three more pounds to 50 total. That means only 23 more to my goal! 23. That's nothing! I'ma be there by Christmas!
The boy spent a long time working on my back/neck for me. I was like "are you a professional?" Seriously. He said no, but I'd like to argue that point. He did some crazy shit. I said "your not going to give me the vulcan thing are you?" So, the rest of the night I felt like a new woman. No pain. Full mobility. He cracked my neck a few times, and I felt the knots coming out of my shoulder. Weird. This morning? I'm in serious fucking pain again! This blows. I was up until 2 am. I didn't want to sleep, cus that meant when I woke up, I'd be leaving the boy. Sigh.
We spent the night listening to music, and talking. I rubbed his feet, and talked about how much I wanted to lock him away in my closet. He thinks I'm crazy, so I told him it's a term of endearment...I wouldn't REALLY lock him up. Maybe. I'm gonna make him stromboli, cus when I said I could make it he asked where I've been his whole life. I said I've been in "little C-town" which is only funny if you know that he's from Cleveland, and we call that C-town. Anyhooooo...a way to a mans heart is thru his stomach. So, I'm all about feeding him. And, I got his sweetest day card yesterday.
We were in bed, and Little Hill was sleeping by his one leg, with her head on his foot. Fizzgig was in between his legs, head on his other foot. Pickachu was on the outside of that leg, snuggling. I said that I wanted a picture, but my camera was dead. I told him everyone loves snuggling with him, and he said it didn't bother him. He said "they only like me because you do". Once I laid down, they all started their usual routine, which is making their way to my pillow for sleeping. He laughed, and said "it's like a cat train". Ha, ha! He jokes a lot about my giraffe. He asked where my giraffe was. Cus, obviously, I don't have one, but I have lots of other stuff!
At work last night I made a little over $12/hr. Yea, that's way better than 8.25 at the police station. I also get holidays off, earn time off, and don't work weekends. I took my own keyboard like a nerd, but I typed super fast. I also fell asleep listening to music, typing, with my head up and eyes open. It scared the shit out of me. So today, I'm armed with Stackers. And, a CD the boy made me. That boy loves me. And I will charm him with my womanly ways into marrying me. My coworker told me I needed to propose to him, because the sex is so good. Seriously. I've never had this chemistry. Like that Bush song! Last night I said "I told you our signs were compatible, and we have kinetic energy!" Totally true. Any Sagg girls out there? Get yourself a Libra. It's way freaking hotttt!