Happy Halloween!!!!
Sorry I've been out of the loop lately. Toyland has already switched to holiday hours, and my life is insane despite the fact that I told them before vacation that I didn't want my quasi-important role there anymore.
Anyhoo, Halloween is coming up.
So go make your own virtual jack-o-lantern here.
Hrmmph. Men.
Right before I left for my vacation, one of my friends met a guy. I actually met him too, and we all went out to supper together. He told me privately that he was really smitten with her and he seemed like a great guy. While I was on my trip, they had some dates and seemed to be getting on really well. Then I talked to her over the past few days and found out that he'd turned from this totally sweet romantic guy to a complete and total asshole. She waited for him to call but was losing her patience with him.
I shared two pieces of advice that I've learned over the years.
1. A relationship is supposed to be easy in the beginning. If it's hard and feels like work when you're first getting to know each other, there's no point.
2. If a guy is into you, he will do whatever he has to do to be with you. Even my ex-asshole did sweet things like pay for my massage when I couldn't afford it because my car got towed. And then he broke up with me by text message. Asshole.
Why do men break up with us by text message? Are they really such huge pussies? It's ok that they do it, though, because it makes it a lot easier to get over them. It's just so lame that I'd rather date a guy with balls, thanks.
And in a slightly related note, why would someone still call and leave messages acting like there's nothing weird about that when you've told them that you're never talking to them again and you've stopped answering the phone. Well, I know why he's doing it. He's stringing me along in case this reconciliation with his wife doesn't work out. That's so not happening...
Song of the day:
"Stay" by Sugarland.
Ahhhhhhhhh...
I'm not sure who reads my blog these days. Somewhere along the line, I stopped caring. There's not much to read anyhow. I wish I had more time. Maybe someday soon. Maybe. Hopefully someday all the chips will fall into place. We'll see...
Regardless, there are things that I'd kind of like to say, but I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I know ... that's kind of new for me. Not really, but as much as I'd like to vent it's not going to solve anything at all. I don't know that there is a solution for anything.
Vacation might not be a solution, but I sure hope it's a respite. I'm starting to worry about 9 different personalities in one house with four bedrooms. I just want to chill out, not freak out. I don't really want to live by a schedule; I do that everyday of my life. I do want to see the island, and I do have a few things planned, but mostly I have some good music, cheap rum and a whole stack of chick lit (and one Nick Hornby book) to read.
I need a break. I just want to get away from everything and I can't wait. I'm hoping to finish packing this evening.
Here's a picture. It might be the last one until I get back. (But then they won't be ones I stole from the Internet.)
