Showing posts with label Farting and the GC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Farting and the GC. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Long Time, No Blog

Well it's been an age since I wrote anything and not a whole lot has changed. Still at the same dead end job. I did get a promotion. Of course this "promotion" didn't include a raise, so essentially I took on more responsibility without better pay. Because I'm smart.

Still living in my craptastic apartment, but that is all about to change at the end of the month. I am (for the first time in my life) shacking up with a gentleman caller. And I'm doing it after knowing him for 4 months. What could go wrong?? The GC is quite swell and we're pretty sweet on one another, but pretty sure I'm equally excited and terrified. I love that I have my own little place to retreat to when the fuss starts to boil over. I love that if I choose not to shower for days on end (ok, usually just the weekend) I can wallow in my own filth without judgement. I can eat Totino's pizza, macaroni salad, a gallon of Pepsi and a tub of ice cream in front of the tube without having to worry the GC thinks I'm a total pig. And I absolutely LOVE that every Sunday I can buy a magnum of wine, drink the whole god damn thing and crack clean my apartment. What will the GC think when he comes home and I'm 3 sheets to the wind and scrubbing the floorboards with a toothbrush? Won't seeing me look like hell every morning take away from some of the magic? Do I have to walk into the other room to fart?

I guess I've just enjoyed living alone for the most part, but I'm looking forward to seeing how this all plays out. Plus he's got a back yard for Sir Stinks Too Much, and I'm planning on asking if we can get a chicken. Fresh eggs and no guilt, AWESOME.