It is an absolutely gorgeous day outside.
I want to go run around. I want to roll in leaves and laugh and act like I'm 8.
I mainly have two problems: no where to do it and no one to do it with.
I need to learn how to make friends.
That's such a sad statement. But I really don't know how. Almost all of my friends I have either met because they were living across the hall from me, a friend of another friend, or through some class or organization I was involved in.
But now. Now I work with 8 other women. The youngest of which is ten years my senior. In fact, I am the youngest employee in that building.
I guess people now a days meet at bars or clubs. Neither of which I have a problem with. In fact, I'm a big fan. Unfortunately, the closest ones are over 50 miles away. Somehow I can't justify driving all that way when there's a possibility I'll being sitting on a barstool by myself wishing that my fiance didn't have to work all the time.
I think I would literally kill someone if it meant that Sean would be hired for a 9 to 5 job.
He keeps telling me I hate Walgreens. No, I don't hate Walgreens. I just hate the hours that being employed by a 24-hour store entails. In fact, sales and customer service are a great field for him. It's something he does well in and could go far. But is slightly frustrating when your weekends are spent lying around waiting for him to get off work or trying to get him to muster enough energy to go do something.
Okay, maybe he's right. Maybe I do hate Walgreens.
Wedding plans.
If I could just get enough motivation to get the invitations together, I'd be golden. Nothing to worry about except finding the right decorations to transform the church. Well, except the fact that Sean hasn't bothered to find a tux yet. Now that's just really frustrating. But I guess part of that is the fact that Walgreens makes him working all the effin' time. We have to pick out rings too. But I'm too worried about that. I'll just be getting a plain band and so will he. I want something very simple to show Hey boys, I'm married but not get in the way like a diamond would sometimes.
I think if I had music narrating my life, I'd want Zach Braff to be the DJ.
That's all.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
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