2. Put in my two weeks at work on... Thursday? I'm now extremely conflicted as to whether or not I should stay through the 1st because if I don't, I don't get my $125 gas card from the contest we're about to win. Fuck my life.
3. My boss is a bitch and is just phasing me off the schedule after this week. I thought it was called a "two-week notice" for a reason.
So Saturday night I got off work early, headed to Stanwood and met up with Terry at the bar. Got an AMF, sat outside on the swinging bench forever and talked. Yes, we're back together. BUT. I am extremely skeptical this time (which doesn't feel great, let me tell you) and I honestly won't be surprised if this all goes down in flames in two seconds. And with that said, I probably won't be that upset about it, either. I'm just kinda going with it, seeing what happens. If it works, great! I love Terry and I've missed the awesome side of him horribly. If not, see ya.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm not going into this like I have the other three times madly in love and submitting to his fancies without question. I want us to work our way back to where our peak was and hopefully have it stay there for a while. No more overbearing girlfriend. Not this time.
Anyhow. Went back to his place, got drunk and blasted music all night. Slept for a grand total of 30 minutes. Got up at 5, went to work. Worked 'til 9. Went back to Terry's, passed out for three hours. Got up, went into Smokey Point randomly so Terry could pick up the new Weezer at Best Buy. Got myself a fancy new copy of SLC Punk for $10. Scarfed some Taco Bell, went back to the island. Polished off my 5th of SoCo. Left for work again at 7. Worked 8-3am, back to Terry's. Slept for two hours. Took Terry to work at 7. Home, passed the fuck out until 6pm.
Fuckin' hell.
Left for work at 6:20. Worked 7-2am. Just got home a little bit ago. I got myself a fancy little black dress with asymmetrical detailing (which is super fancy for being G by Guess, 'cause normally that line sucks BALLS) and the pumps I've been lusting after. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THEM! Heh! They're just basic patent pumps, but they fucking fade from this super dark burgundy color at the heel to blood red at the toe. SO. SEXUAL. And so uncomfortable. But I figure all my heels can be uncomfortable 'cause I only ever wear them when I'm shit-faced and I can't feel my feet anyway. Heh!
I found the dress:
It looks much better on me. Heh.
So the rest of the week looks like AIDS.
Tuesday: 8pm-1am (men's merch pack)
Wednesday: off
Thursday: off
Friday: 11-7
Saturday: 1-9.
Saturday will be my official last day unless I decide to stay on until the 1st. I just don't know. I want that fucking gas card, but it's the principal of the whole thing. I want to fucking stick to my convictions for once, ya know? If I ask Shelby to rip up my two weeks, I'll feel like a little bitch. Even though I'll just be handing her another one a week later. Heh.
Off to go type words at Mr. Mike-pants. Heh.
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