Work is slow. What can I say? Random stuff...
A lady came in here yesterday with blue lipliner on. I shit you not. I could hardly listen to what she was saying, because her mouth was ringed in blue, and then she filled it in with lipstick in this color.
K is at the beach. She wants me to join her tomorrow. Then come back the next day. That would mean two hours each way. Gas is expensive. And the wearing of a bathing suit sounds really humiliating right now. Eh...(you see, I am going to the same beach with some friends in a couple of weeks for a long weekend, so...) I think she is just bored and wants company. Besides, Boss Lady is gone tomorrow, so work will be fun!!!
I have answered the same question about 547 times this week: "Do you have any literary criticisms about Frank O'Connor's 'First Confession'?" --and people wonder why I don't like my job.
I relapsed on the cigarettes. *ducks, avoiding things being thrown at her by readers.*
I found Jessica Simpson on MySpace. She ain't all that. (No, I wasn't stalking her. It was a coincidence, pointed out to me by someone.) She's pretty. I will give her that. But...eh. I'm cooler. And much less psycho.
K and I have been getting Girls Gone Wild videos. Long story. (Navy Guy got drunk one night....) We keep trying to return them to sender, I swear! If they were better videos, I'd just keep them. But chick-on-chick action doesn't really do it for me.
I have been meaning to say hi to The Bostons. (Hii!!!) Talked to Mrs. Boston the other day and had a lovely conversation. I encouraged her to start a blog because she is hilarious. She informed me that I am somewhat of a celebrity among her friends up there, who all lurk on here. You lurkers, you! Leave a comment already! And I am not a celebrity, just a regular girl. Sheesh.
I am starving! I want Taco Bell. And I can't avoid the Elephant in the Blog any longer. On to what you really want to know about: my love life. Or lack thereof.
Ok, ok. I will admit it. Repo called me. I answered. We talked. About us. About what we each want. He doesn't really have time for a relationship (seriously, he works like 60 hour weeks), but he misses me. He needs to work through some personal things, but he doesn't want me out of his life. He can't be with me full-time, but he doesn't want to be with anyone else either. He doesn't understand why we can't see each other once a week and just date casually. He needs to get some of his life squared away, so I just need to be patient with him, because he doesn't know what he wants from life, from me, etc.
Do I stay and try the Supportive Role? Or tell him to bite me? Is he full of s--t? Or am I not being very understanding?
I know you are all jumping to the same answer--"Screw him! He sucks!!"-- but it's always easier said than done. Shouldn't we work on relationships? You always hear people say relationships are hard work, but very few people are telling me to work on this. I don't click with people every day. I haven't felt like this about someone in years. I have given him several opportunities to break it off with me permanently, to go away, let this die, date other people, whatever. He keeps coming back. There must be something there, right? Otherwise, he'd be gone. And I could move on.
He wants to come over tomorrow night to talk. I have been invited to the beach tomorrow. He'll be upset if I cancel on him. But do I really owe him anything? What to do???
Anyone else ever been through this situation? What happened to you? Did you wait it out or throw in the towel?