Peppermint Bark

My new job makes me want to cry. Boys make me want to cry. My cats clawing my legs up makes me want to cry. The highlight of my week thus far has been my seasons first sighting of peppermint bark, the world tastiest holiday treat. I am a wash in a sea of depression that may or may not be full attributable to my inability to afford my prozac. At least I will not be turned out in the streets this week.

Gainful Employment, how I've missed you.

I got a job! Don't get too excited, it is possibly the worst job I can think of doing. I could go so far as to say it is up there with turning tricks. It is however, a paycheck with benefits (I'm fairly sure you don't get a 401(k) from a pimp). So I will be thankful and be happy that I will not have to live in a card board box. It has nothing to do with my "chosen profession" and nothing to do with the profession that I will be attending grad school for next fall, it is something that the company elected to pay me more than most because of my vast experience in the area.

I kept a sort of day by day journal of my time in Spain and as soon as I clean that up to one blog entry I'll post it along with pictures. So fear not I will provide you with much info on Antonin Gaudi, Segrada Familia and all the hot Spaniards.

boys are stupid throw rocks at them

I have said on many different occasions, I wish I was into girls so that I could be a lesbian. I am tired of dealing with men and all the issues that come with them. I need to find a way to make peace with my heterosexuality some way, without the only man I have ever seen as the "one" for me. I am trying to decide right now if there is a way that I can continue to talk to Tim. He needs a friend, I have plenty of friends without him. What I need from him he doesn't want to give to me, so how can that balance in a way that is fair to my heart?
In the last three months I have done more dating than I ever seem to remember doing in my life. I feel somewhat emotionally unable to give anything into these attempts to getting to know someone better because of my lingering feelings for Tim. I'm lonely though and sometimes I cannot even count on those I thought to be friends to be there for me. Especially those damn male friends! Men cannot be trusted.

Thriller

So I thought for Halloween I would learn the thriller dance (yes I am just that awesome). I came across this video on you tube that I thought laid it out pretty easily.

Holy Crap....

I still have no job, but did get a tat! Oh and I love Dan Savage...he is so my favorite. I'll update for real later on.