yep. its a shorty.
I kinda thought maybe I could tell all about my rocken party weekend in Reno with the cousin and her adorable family and the cute twin girls and the totally soothing home cooked meals and the kitten with the resperatory infection that I thought I caught because he was sleeping on my chest while I watched a movie but then realized I was in a desert and it was just my sinuses reacting and NOT an alergy to the other totally loveball cat who decided the crook of my neck or arm or leg was The.Perfect.Spot to sleep the night away. As I was in the shower after the gym I was thinking of how to organize my thoughts on plane delays, checking my bags so my lipgloss didn't get ripped off, how MOT was TOTALLY right about my Needing to read 'Citizen Girl' by Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus and how I started it thinking it was a fun way to distract myself from the nothingness of the airport terminal as I fought to keep my legs curled in my seat as many many many many many angry cotravelers took the places next to mine before giving up and going to the bar. I wondered if there were any way to casually slip in that my dad is a total ass for leaving me a message that had me seriously considering leaving the boarding line to change flights to get to him and it turns out his parents didn't die and my sister (who was visiting his town) was fine but his fancy schmancy motorcycle got beat up when he slid out in a turn and broke his arm (the last time he slid out in a turn on his bike he was in the hospital for 3 weeks and everyone he knew sold their bikes in support).
Yeah. I wanted to update on how my workplace offered me the promotion but realized that our office is in a delicate place and maybe I'm so fuckin awsome at doing what I do that I shouldn't abandon that post right this very month. Speak on the roomie sitch, which isn't so much better since I blew up, but equally silent in the ranks. Maybe mention how I hopped on the scale before my trip and saw that, after being within .5 pounds of the EXACT SAME POUND for the last, uh, FIVE YEARS, I was down 3.2 pounds before my workout on Wednesday.
Which brings me to the point of why all this wonderful information on my life is jammed together like verbal diarhea. I told Mr. Sexy (I keep calling him that, its the guy I picked up at the gym if your just tuning in) he was good for me and I'm keeping him around - he asked "wow, thats great! is it from me bonin you?" Well, hes young and nervous, and it was really cute how he just blurted it out, and even on the phone he got me blushing, so thats something.
Yeah, so its fucking late and I got 5 interupted hours of sleep before being at work for 9.5 hours before I went to the gym for 2 hours and then thought I might pass out but instead got in the shower and now its like 2.5 hours later and Sexy is getting off work and I'm all shaved and lotioned and smelling good and been listening to mellow music while my sister caught me up on her trip (she got in tonight and decided that "call me when you get there please" meant "call when you get back to So Cal" - lots of drinking and puking and apparently it was all good; no real news as to if shes moving, the b/f says "if its fate for us to be together, 2 months or 2 years makes no difference, it will happen." So we'll see where That saga leads).
So basically, I got so wrapped up in thinking I could maybe stay up late enough to get laid that he's now around the corner and I'm frantically trying to shove my luggage in the closet before I knock my head on it as we realize his "Reno will only be there for a few days, I'll be here when you get back =)" statement.
And the confirmation call just came in. T minus 2 minutes - bye!!