I’m Not Worthy…But I Like It! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Just flew in from NYC.

Uh yeah. Another wonderful trip. How much do I love New York? Lots. Especially since there is such a cute Canadian hottie there just waiting to take me out every time I come to town! I hope this lasts for a while, cuz I plan to be in New York at least once every six weeks from here on out. If not more often.

But he’s not the only reason I love New York. Just a really nice perk if you ask me. I’m in love with the vibe and the nightlife and the food and the people and…on and on it goes.

Oh yeah. Work went pretty well too. Lots of meetings and market shopping. Every second of my three days were occupied to the fullest. I’m thoroughly exhausted. Love the people at work. Still pretty scared shitless about the newness of my responsibilities and if I can handle it. But the fear gets overruled for the most part by the coolness of it all.

I was pretty much in spaz mode with trying to fit in all of my appointments and get it all in. And then I’d see Canuk afterwards and he has such a way of calming me down and making me feel smart and successful and special.

Did I tell you that he takes me to the coolest places? And completely dotes on me the whole time?!

What more can a girl ask for? How did I get so lucky?

Oh. Speaking of lucky, I forgot to mention that before I left, my parents drove here to help me set up my new place. While I was gone, they unpacked boxes and took care of stuff (including the cat) and did all kinds of great things that I never would have gotten done without them. Just another reason why I have the best parents in the world! Too bad I was frazzled and kind of bitchy when they first got here. I felt awful after snapping at my dad for something stupid. So Monday night I took them out for a special dinner and we all had a little heart to heart. I hope they know how much I appreciate them.

They left before I got home, so I came home to a very quiet apartment. Nice, but a bit lonely after all the excitement of the last couple weeks.

There’s so much I want to do with this place. I want to paint both the bathroom and the kitchen. I’d like to knock that out over the weekend. This place is so much bigger than my last apartment that it feels a bit empty. I want to fill it full of coolness.

I want to build a lovely nest. I want to have people over. I want to make martinis and appetizers and have candles burning and groovy music playing throughout.

Wish me luck with all that.

Well. I’m bushed. I want to write and write and write, but it’s not coming out very easily. The eyes, they are a bit blurry. Residual effect of staying up until 3:00 last night and then getting up at 6:00, I guess.

Plus, I gotta get up early and scoot my ass into work.

Night.

GS

P.S. Just because I didn’t mention Super T earlier in this entry doesn’t mean that he’s out of sight, out of mind. I’ve been thinking about him a lot. I just haven’t had a whole lot of time to pine over him. It’s a good thing. Really. Right?

P.P.S. Is it wrong to have two long distance pseudo-relationships?