Wow, what a change. As the dust starts to settle from the last whirlwind of change over the last year; new girl, new job, new domicile; I feel like life seems to be starting to head upward for me…
About ten months ago, I am sure you remember me mentioning her if you have read any of my blog, I met a wonderful woman over the internet, (Yahoo Personals to be specific.) We met at the Graduate near Carolina Place Mall one night for a few drinks and to get to know each other a little better. I remember it like it was yesterday, she had just died her hair that afternoon and it was as red as the sun and twice as bright. I, of course, ordered fried cheese sticks as a little snack, not knowing that she doesn’t eat cheese, but through all of our unorthodox idiosyncrasies we are still together and I could not imagine living without her. Through the last two weeks, my life seemed to be consumed with moving out of my apartment and struggling with learning my new job, we hadn’t seen much of each other, and it was torture. I was bored and this cloud of gloom seemed to follow me around. The only thing I could do not to be depressed was to bury my head in work and moving, but my mind was often filled with images of her and thoughts of us kissing and sharing and cuddling. Our orah’s still haven’t settled into our regular routines with the new settlement, but I am sure that will come soon enough. I really try to go out of my way to make her happy, and I get the feeling that she sees that and appreciates it. Even on several occasions, she has returned the favor. I can’t imagine being any happier with anyone else, even though I sometimes get the vibe that she still doubts my feelings for her. It is those times that she doubts me, that she seems to put on this ‘sweet little, soft-spoken, helpless girly girl act’; and the times she knows I love her, she is stronger, bold, decisive, and intellectually stimulating. That is when I love her the most, when she isn’t paying me attention or looking for reassurance from me and inevitably will be the constant result of out relationship through time.
General Contractor, Tech Support for Photoshop, customer service associate for Onstar, movie theatre concession stand, porn site web developer, RadioShack customer service, waiter & manager in a male strip club, videographer, photographer, Carney, data entry for a semi-truck shipping industry, Blockbuster, DJ in female strip club, and now a Information Security Business Continuity Associate for ‘The Bank’. I have had such a broad range of jobs; this one is so far the best for the money. It consists of analyzing HTML code to determine if an email is ‘Phishing’ (a term to describe mini programs built in to the email to extract information that the user enters if they reply to the email). The truth of it, I call a few people, I look at HTML and emails all day and sometimes surf the web and listen to my iPod at my leisure. For almost $20/hr., you can’t beat it. I can say that I thoroughly enjoy my job; it makes me feel like a cyber cop, thwarting evil every day. Outsmarting the hackers and hacking my way through the sea of emails and code. The things that suck about it? Parking. It took me 45 minutes to drive to work, find a parking place, walk to the trolley and ride it downtown (or walk the six blocks), and navigate my way through the Overstreet Mall and ride the elevator up 13 flights, through the magnetically secure door to my 10’x10’ cube. I moved about 10 miles closer to work and it still takes me about 30 minutes to actually get to my desk. On the flip side, though, it used to take me about an hour & ½ to get home, now it only takes me about 10 minutes.
My new place, I guess, used to be the ‘crack house’ of the street. It’s probably the same age as the rest of the houses on the street (build around the 1950’s-60’s), but not nearly as well taken care of. I would rather it be that way than the nicest building on a ‘crack street’. It is small, quaint, especially after I got all my furniture in the rooms, the place really shrunk. I met the neighbors, nice married couple on one side and crazy party gay couple on the other. I say ‘crazy party gay’ because about three days after I moved in, I came home from work @ about midnight when they rolled up in their driveway also and offered me a drink. I knew it was late, but didn’t want to offend them by not taking the offer. I chilled, we puffed, and I drank a beer, when this other guy showed up that is when it started getting weird. One of the gay guys, which lived at the house, said that he liked watching guys get off which was the new guys cue to whoop it out and start playing with it. Now, I have never been in a ‘circle jerk’ and don’t have a desire to, so I left soon after ‘the monkey was out of the cage’. I haven’t been back over there since, but introduced those guys over there to Alecia from across the yard. It’s not the fact that dude whooped it out and started playing with it in front of me that bothered me; it was the fact that I didn’t really know any of these guys and they didn’t know me. Who knows, if I hadn’t gotten out of there, I might be chained to their bed with a ball gag and restraints right now. Enticing as that may sound; being done by a couple gay guys makes it really lose its appeal.
I haven’t been able to spend any time with the ‘normal’ neighbors of the other side of my new house. They have a small dog, named ‘tatter’ (redneck word for potato), I am not sure of the type of dog it is but it would probably make it all the way across the street if I punted it hard enough. It’s a little yipper. Sam and Stephanie are their names, I think. He works for Time Warner Corporate and she has really thick thighs (I don’t know where she works, or if she even works at all…) I would really like to get to know them a little better, maybe have them over for a glass of wine, but just don’t know how to get the word out…
My new place, I guess, used to be the ‘crack house’ of the street. It’s probably the same age as the rest of the houses on the street (build around the 1950’s-60’s), but not nearly as well taken care of. I would rather it be that way than the nicest building on a ‘crack street’. It is small, quaint, especially after I got all my furniture in the rooms, the place really shrunk. I met the neighbors, nice married couple on one side and crazy party gay couple on the other. I say ‘crazy party gay’ because about three days after I moved in, I came home from work @ about midnight when they rolled up in their driveway also and offered me a drink. I knew it was late, but didn’t want to offend them by not taking the offer. I chilled, we puffed, and I drank a beer, when this other guy showed up that is when it started getting weird. One of the gay guys, which lived at the house, said that he liked watching guys get off which was the new guys cue to whoop it out and start playing with it. Now, I have never been in a ‘circle jerk’ and don’t have a desire to, so I left soon after ‘the monkey was out of the cage’. I haven’t been back over there since, but introduced those guys over there to Alecia from across the yard. It’s not the fact that dude whooped it out and started playing with it in front of me that bothered me; it was the fact that I didn’t really know any of these guys and they didn’t know me. Who knows, if I hadn’t gotten out of there, I might be chained to their bed with a ball gag and restraints right now. Enticing as that may sound; being done by a couple gay guys makes it really lose its appeal.