Nothing

So...I think I'm getting used to this being by myself thing. I mean, it's not like I haven't done it before. I've been single and alone on numerous occasions.

On the other hand, when I'm single, I'm usually at least able to get a guy or two to screw around with. Now, I have to wait until Scott comes back, although you can bet I'll be screwing around with him as much as I can. It's too bad I have to work. It cuts into time that can be spent of various things.

I was told that I can't spend money on frivolous things, and those things included a vibrator of some kind. I figure, if the boy is going to be gone for weeks at a time, and I only get to see him for a couple hours on the weekend (where nothing happens, except at 4am when I have to be up for work in two hours), then I should be able to buy myself something to keep me occupied.

I was hoping that my new neighbors would be attractive men, but they're really not. I don't know why it matters-I suppose it doesn't. We're probably all better off that the new neighbor guys are unattractive. It makes me appreciate how freaking hot my boyfriend is. I mean, there are lots of ugly guys out there.

And sure, I might be somewhat attractive myself, but I've seen lots of pretty girls with some terribly ugly guys. I've dated a few of those ugly guys. I think I chose fairly well. Ha ha, to all of you that are with uglier men than yourselves :P

Rampant stupidity

It's sad that after four days of work, I'm ready for another vacation. It's been a long week, and it's only Tuesday.

Sometimes I get so tired of dealing with morons. I wonder if people really think about what they're saying to me before they say it, or if things just come out of their mouths without any real thought at all. I'm pretty sure it's the latter, because no sane person would say the things I hear on a regular basis without being horrified at their stupidity.

I miss Scott and I'm tired of work. I hope this week is over soon.

Yum

Sigh...

As much as I am glad to have a break from work, I really do hate coming back from vacation with a few days left to spare. It means I have to clean, and spend two days in my apartment by myself, instead of traipsing around, watching tennis and taking pictures, and just in general getting outside and doing something all day. Something I really enjoy doing.

I always miss the tennis when I come back from Cincinnati in August. I know that I get tired of the heat and the sweating, and the feeling like I'm absolutely disgusting and sticky, but it's probably the best vacation I get all year, and now it's over. I still have some vacation left, but I don't know what to do with it. I'm basically broke anyway.

I just don't want to spend a week sitting in my apartment by myself.

It would have been nice to have the night with Scott tonight, but he had judo. I feel like I haven't seen him much in the last couple of weeks, and I won't see him much next week or the week after, since he's traveling so much. I miss his stupid face sometimes.

I think this was the first time that I went and watched lots of tennis players and thought that finally, my boyfriend is hotter than all of them. Well, most of them.

Okay, maybe I thought that last year too. I've had the same hot boyfriend for more than a year now. He is really freaking hot. And while he may not have professional athlete abs, he does have some very amazing abs. Yum.

It's fickle

You know you've had a bad day when you spill beer all over yourself, and you aren't drunk.

RIGHT?

The boy went to Canada this morning. I figured this would be a good time for me to drink what's left of the alcohol in my refrigerator and watch many episodes of The Simpsons. I have such an uneasy feeling after work today (well, I had an uneasy feeling last night too), and it's hard to shake. I suppose I ought to drink more.

I've been feeling kind of off for the last week or so. Headaches, dizziness, nausea, you know, stuff like that. I'm not one to ever go to the doctor, but I really probably should be going at some point in the near future. Something is not quite right.

I don't even really feel like writing anymore. It's so fickle.

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Holy hotness, Batman!

It's August, so it must be hot, right? Right? It's steamy. I rather like it.

Of course, wait until I'm sitting outside all day in 93 degree humid weather. I may or may not like it then. On the other hand, I've been doing this every August for three days, and it hasn't stopped me yet. All the more reason for these hot tennis players to take their shirts off. And for me to take pictures of them with no shirts on.

Yes, Scott, I do realize I just ended two sentences with prepositions. You can suck it.

I still have about four days of vacation left to take before November, and I have no idea what to do with said vacation time. I really need to take it, because I lose it if I don't, but I don't have anything planned after my trip to Mason in a week and a half. Sitting around Columbus is just not my idea of a good time, especially since I'll likely be by myself. I'd love to go visit Dan, but at this point, I'm sure he's going to be back in school. Bleh. I'm too poor to go anywhere fancy. I wish I knew someone that lived very close to a beach, or would let me stay in their beach house for a few days. I could really use some beach time before the summer is over.

Oh well. If I have to go spend a few days in Roanoke with Mom, then so be it. I'm sure she'd take me shopping or something.