Back at the Jersey shack...just another Thursday here. Phew.
Oh the silence is enough to make my ears hum. I still have residual ringing of slot machines in my ears every once in a while.
OK so I'm not masochistic enough to weigh myself today, now that I'm back from the grand casino. But I am masochistic enough to start thinking about my birthday two weeks before it is here. 15 days to be exact.
First of all, I want snow and lots of it.
Secondly, OK, I'm NOT flying to Seattle (or anywhere else for that matter) for a weekend romp with anyone, but I'm celebrating/mourning/reflecting the big 3-9 by how exactly? Working that day and then spending the weekend alone? Could I at least order a date, please? I would like one delivered for the Friday night and he wouldn't expire until Sunday night. That would taste better than any food.
OK so maybe we have to deal with reality instead? Maybe I should take the money accumulated in my challenge jar by that Friday and buy myself some flowers and the SATC movie then. But that means the challenge jar would be empty and I'd be starting all over again. Maybe I should take my auto loan bank up on their refinance offer which gives me one month without a payment. How nice of them to want to say happy birthday to me. I'll have to investigate further.
Work said bonuses are coming but 1. they might not be very much and 2. they might not arrive until January. I know I know I'm grateful, I am. But don't they know my birthday is coming up!? What's wrong with that global corporation!?
Losing Weight; Finding Men
"Never make someone a priority in your life when you are just their option."