10 Years Ago:
I was 16 and bored. I didn't have a job yet but I was about to get one based on a manager thinking I was a perfect little angel. At that first job, I learned that managers are devious creatures, I started to swear profusely and I had my hair caught in a key making machine.

5 years ago:
I was 21 and had just moved to Dallas and in with a new boyfriend. Probably the stupidest/best thing I'd ever done. Not the stupidest. Not the best. But the stupidest/best. Anyway. I worked at a lawfirm and had to get up at 5.30 every morning to take a shower and catch the bus. The boyfriend said later that he used to watch me get ready for work and liked that I dressed up. I think that was the first time a boy had ever really said anything real to me.

1 year ago:
I was in Mexico with the boy of my heart. (I never dreamed about the perfect boy but in my heart, I always knew what he'd be like.) I think we wandered around Puerto Vallarta all day and talked about what it would be like to live there some day.


Yesterday:
I sat in front of the computer or TV all day. I played Sims2 and did laundry. Nothing exciting.

Today:
I mowed the grass and updated my resume. I managed to submit it to two companies and I'm hoping it wasn't a mistake. I think it's the right thing to do, though, because my current employer isn't trying to give me a reason to stay. The boy thinks I should give an ultimatum once I have an offer and then choose. That's quite possibly the scariest and best idea ever.

Tomorrow:
I have to work. The boy will be going to get Ben and maybe we'll watch a movie or something.



Now:
I itch. I have poison ivy or something equally as dire. Also, I bet you're picking your nose. Stop it. It's gross. (also, you should complete this lil survey thingy. it's fun. bastards.)