so i'm sick and it's blah. that's my overall current feeling...blah. for a bit of an over-share, all my orifices are in distress. even my eyeballs hurt. ok, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but you get my drift. i left work yesterday after only an hour. but to my credit, i worked 9 1/2 hours on saturday after vomiting in a trash can. you try feeling crappy with nothing to occupy your mind other than suduko. i'd say i'm a trooper, but i'd be lying.
matt and i have been dating for a month as of last saturday. it feels more like 6 since we haven't gone a day without seeing each other since we first met. (it's amazing that he hasn't gotten sick of me yet!) i gave him a white t-shirt that i wrote "property of tiffany" on the front of with a green fabric pen. i am officially the queen of cheap, handmade boyfriend gifts. he got me flowers and a card in which he wrote probably the sweetest things i've ever read, plus the keys to his apartment so i no longer have to camp out in front of his door and scare the shit out of him. i think he may have really nearly crapped his pants last thursday.
it's amazing to be in a relationship where your significant other feels like your best friend; where you feel like you can honestly tell them anything and they won't cut and run; where when they look at you, you can see exactly what your own heart is feeling in their eyes. the mere scent of him relaxes me. it's a new experience for me to feel that i could actually be necessary to someone; that they miss me when i'm not there; that i'm a part of their happiness as much as they are of mine. i love you baby!
/end mushy ramblings
i work tonight and needless to say, my blahness is not looking forward to it. i don't like being an adult. i wish my mom could call work and tell them i'm too sick to come in, like she did back in elementary school. there's nothing like a note from mom to excuse you from everything. back in the day, didn't it feel like you could drop trousers, take a shit on the playground, and somehow mom could get you out of it? at least my work week from hell is over. after tonight i have 3 days off and i have nothing scheduled other than monopolizing my boyfriend's non-work time. tomorrow i will be spending the evening watching the boys play with matt's gi-normous new television/sound system, hopefully accompanied by bridgett. it'll be much more fun to tease them about their manhood issues with a fellow girlfriend by my side. i talk a lot of shit, but i'm actually a little bit excited about watching katamari on that monster. don't tell anyone.
i think i have officially set my own record concerning the discussion of bodily discharge in this post. with that, i bid everyone a dieu.
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