I wasn't going to post today, because I actually am hella-busy at work. But, this working out during my lunch hour, is cutting into my internet time. I don't like that. I don't feel complete if I don't get my blogs read. Or my myspace updated. Seriously. I'm sick. I have all these reviews to do for district managers. And I have had to take care of a big wig this week. Plus, hello, I have to do my own reviews for my people. Which is not happening until I am back. From what? Vacation!
It's about 1pm. Forty eight hours from now, I should be rolling into my sisters apartment complex, if all goes well. I'm pretty excited. The boy is pretty excited. Together, we are excited. I may not return. I'm thinking they might have a closet big enough in Virginia Beach to lock him in, and then he's screwed. It was so nice to see him last night. I can't stand him sometimes, only because he's freaking cute and it pisses me off. He is so sweet to me, and he makes me so happy. I still thank the universe for him (among many other things) each night. I sent him an email link yesterday for a website to watch movies and TV shows. And he responded.."that is a good find..and so are you".
A boy has never frustrated me so much, in a good way. I want to eat his heart. But I mean that in a totally loving way, like, he'd be a part of me.
Ok, I realize that sounds completely insane.