A Complete and Utter Mess in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

You should see my apartment. It looks like a bomb went off about a week ago in there. Shrapnel is scattered across the entire place. The clothes in my bedroom are actually melding into the floor. There are jolly rancher wrappers next to my computer. My refrigerator stinks. My bathroom is covered in long, red hairs. I’m so disgusting! I can’t stand myself right now!!

So I’ve temporarily moved into a new space. I’m at the office again. Yep. It’s nice and quiet and though I wouldn’t say it’s clutter-free, I hate to say that it’s a much better atmosphere than my apartment right now.

I was here until 8:00 last night (that’s Friday night, people!). But I got my “list of complaints” done. It actually felt pretty good to e-mail it to my boss last night. I took your advice and added that “solutions” column. And then I called Best Bud, who had just finished a hellish week of giving her staff their reviews. She had some great advice, too. She told me to list out my accomplishments for the year and add it to the chart. She told me that I’d probably surprise myself with how much I’ve actually done here in a year. And she was right! And instead of titling the complaints column something like “issues and concerns”, I changed the header to “challenges”. So the whole thing reads with a much more positive feeling that just a list of whines and moans and things that I can’t get done. I hope my boss reads it that way, anyway.

Whew. Now I just need to dig in here and work on the special assignment project that’s turned into a whole additional job. I’m trying to do some research on kids aged 8-12, and it’s a topic that seems so foreign to me. Just think, if I’d had kids in my mid to late 20s like most people seem to do, I’d actually have children in this age bracket! I’d have firsthand knowledge about what makes them tick. But as it is, I’m completely at a loss. That’s why I’m having a bit of trouble digging in today.

Um yeah. And the other reason could possibly be that I was out with my neighbor, JT all night last night! JT is my young, stoner, med. school student, and artist neighbor. He’s a freak, but I adore him. He met me out at the hangout last night and we proceeded to let loose. He’d had exams all week and I’d just been stressed, as you know. So together, we were kind of like two peas busting out of the pod. The strange thing is, it kinda looked like we were out on a date, yet guys kept approaching me trying to buy me drinks and stuff. Odd. But kind of fun. Maybe my pheromones are reverting back to normal levels again. I’ve been in a slump lately and I’ve been blaming it on the pheromones.

Anyway. JT and I were just hanging out on this couch, sort of slumped on top of each other, relaxing. This guy comes up and sits down and just starts chatting away. And then he proceeds to buy us shots of Crown or something. Whatever it was, it put me over the top. JT too.

We walked to another bar. And that was probably a huge mistake. We so did not need to be drinking any more, but too late. I told JT that I wished he were 10 years older (he’s 24) because I would be totally ga-ga over him. I think I hurt his feelings because he was kind of like, well why couldn’t you be ga-ga over me now?

It was flattering, and I truly adore him and think he’s going to be a total catch a few years down the road. But he’s still in that college boy fuck-up phase. What a damn shame.

We got back to the apartment building, and I made it as far as JT’s apartment before passing out. His roomie was asleep in a chair, and a friend of theirs was almost crashed on the couch. I woke at about 6, curled up on the couch with my head in JT’s lap. JT was sound asleep sitting up. Roomie was still asleep in the chair and Friend was dead to the world. I tiptoed out and made my way up to my place and slept until 11 or so.

And that puts me here in the office. Floundering a bit. Stomach gurgling. Needing desperately to go to the gym (I actually have my gym clothes on). Guess I better get on it.