Back to the drawing board

A good friend of mine is home for the month.  He goes to medical school in Antigua.  Rough life, right?  We call him the RiceMan.    Tonight,  after I drug my ass out of bed, stopped feeling sorry for myself, and washed the Valdez spill in my scalp, I had dinner with RiceMan. 

RiceMan and I had a rough beginning.  I say rough in that I hated his guts.  I literally didnt believe he had the muscles that enabled a person to smile.  Now, we always make time for each other.  So, I'm able to confide in him, and vent to him.  And, much like me, he's a total asshole.  So, I know his input is going to be raw.  Not only raw, but impartial; he's also friends with the Boop.

RiceMan had a lot of advice.  Good advice.  Advice I didn't want to hear, but needed to.  Advice that has me rethinking job opportunities that I had previously written off.  I'm not ready to give in to Boop and agree to throw away everything I've worked for, but I am more open minded and more willing to explore avenues I had before considered dead ends.  We'll see.  

Wednesday one of my oldest (though not THE oldest) friends I have will be arriving in NJ from Fort Hood.  Sven.  Yeah, hes a soldier (and single, ladies.  I'm accepting applications).    I'm working most of the week, but Friday I'm going to shoot Army assault rifles.  I cant begin to explain how excited I am.   He's only home for 4 days, so I'm really excited that I get a whole day of Sven time to myself.  I'm also interested in hearing HIS point of view of the whole Boop fiasco.  In his line of work, he has no choice but to require a lady friend to relocate at the drop of a hat for him.  So, I'm looking forward to his input from POV closer to the Boops.  

I woke up to a black, 2" long killer crawling on my bedroom wall, just above my head.   Mr Winston, as usual, could not be bothered.   I killed it.  With my Ugg slipper.  All by myself.   Not a single scream.   I'm going to consider today a great success.

Can I have a Mulligan?

This has been one of the worst weekends of my life.  

It took me 5.5hrs to get to the Boop's house Friday night.  While there, I experienced my first tornado.  That scared the shit out of me.  And to make matters even better, as I'm worrying about the meat in the freezer, the milk in the fridge, the 109* weather with no AC, not having water because the well pump wouldn't work, the lack of gas that would be available if the state had no power, etc....the roommates decided this was the best time to have Sexfest '12.   Pardon me for being a fucking adult. 

The Boop and I are arguing hard core.  I don't want to move to MD.   I cant find a job, and finding someplace I think I'll be comfortable living, is near impossible.  If I don't have a job, and the Boop is the only income, we're going to be living in a refrigerator box, sharing cat food with Winston.   He refuses to come home, and I refuse to move to MD.  We're at a stalemate.   I have no idea where we're going to go from here.   I spent less than 24hrs in MD before getting in the car and driving home.  We haven't spoke since yesterday.   Sigh.  

I posted a picture of Winston on reddit.com, where you could see photos hung on the wall in the background.  No big deal, right?  Some douchebag private messaged me to tell me that I was a disgusting, fat bitch who was going to die of a heart attack by 47, and I should talk less and eat more pizza.  So, that was ego boosting.  

On the bright side, BuddyBuddy is on vacation with his family.  At least I can hang on the couch, braless, while I eat my pizza.