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.
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