bank balances and phone messages
why is it that about 4-5 times during my work day that i check to see what my credit card balance is? i check my bank balance too. and then my phone messages. its as though i am expecting some kind of wonderful to happen to me. a call that i wasnt expecting but will be most pleased to receive. a sudden increase in my credit card limit or someone paid off my bill for me. someone made a special secret deposit into my bank account.
why do i do this? do you do this too? do i have no life?
in other news, my boyfriend has stayed at my house for the past five nights. tonight will be number six, and the last until next week. i truly dont get why he doesnt want to move in yet. we have so much fun. i do his laundry. i bake cookies. i make dinner every night. i clean the house and light sweet melon smelling candles. daily sex. its all good. really. i am not even sugar coating to make it seem like living with me is great, it just really IS.
but no, apparently we are not moving in together until next july. um thats another year. i mean, am i wasting the pretty here? i hope not. all i know is that my student loan is going to want to be repaid starting march 1, 2007. so i really need him to move in with me or i will no longer have any money. and i like money. so i think i will bring up that the move in date will be moved to march 1, 2007. i mean really, thats a compromise. i want now and he wants never so i think that march is a good compromise. i did first suggest december and he said july. so march is half way. phew, i am glad we got that under control. of course, i have been slowly moving him in against his will. all his clothes and shoes are at my house. any time he needs to go somewhere he has to come to my house. and plus the meals, believe me there are no meals getting made over at his place. just a lot of take out and video game action. i told him he can play video games whenever he wants at my house. so long as i am not home or am sleeping. thats fair i think. also, he smokes weed ALOT. so that may be a problem. right now i make him go across the street but if we live together he may be all "yo, its my house bitch and i'll smoke what i wanna smoke." well thats what he would say if he was a gangsta. but you get the idea.
yep, change is a coming. i have never lived with a boy before. all i know is that right now him and the child leave their clothes on the floor from the front door all they way through the house. this is going to be a lot of work. but i want to play this role. live-in girlfriend. i hope i get the job. i can start right away.
why do i do this? do you do this too? do i have no life?
in other news, my boyfriend has stayed at my house for the past five nights. tonight will be number six, and the last until next week. i truly dont get why he doesnt want to move in yet. we have so much fun. i do his laundry. i bake cookies. i make dinner every night. i clean the house and light sweet melon smelling candles. daily sex. its all good. really. i am not even sugar coating to make it seem like living with me is great, it just really IS.
but no, apparently we are not moving in together until next july. um thats another year. i mean, am i wasting the pretty here? i hope not. all i know is that my student loan is going to want to be repaid starting march 1, 2007. so i really need him to move in with me or i will no longer have any money. and i like money. so i think i will bring up that the move in date will be moved to march 1, 2007. i mean really, thats a compromise. i want now and he wants never so i think that march is a good compromise. i did first suggest december and he said july. so march is half way. phew, i am glad we got that under control. of course, i have been slowly moving him in against his will. all his clothes and shoes are at my house. any time he needs to go somewhere he has to come to my house. and plus the meals, believe me there are no meals getting made over at his place. just a lot of take out and video game action. i told him he can play video games whenever he wants at my house. so long as i am not home or am sleeping. thats fair i think. also, he smokes weed ALOT. so that may be a problem. right now i make him go across the street but if we live together he may be all "yo, its my house bitch and i'll smoke what i wanna smoke." well thats what he would say if he was a gangsta. but you get the idea.
yep, change is a coming. i have never lived with a boy before. all i know is that right now him and the child leave their clothes on the floor from the front door all they way through the house. this is going to be a lot of work. but i want to play this role. live-in girlfriend. i hope i get the job. i can start right away.
posted by Kerry @ 10:24 AM
2 Comments:
At 2:12 PM,
amanda said…
I'd totally hire you.
But be careful, I got hired three years ago and I've slowly been putting on weight ever since. All those home-baked meals and cookies and being super comfortable around each other can catch up to you.
Forget a nursery, we're looking for a bigger apartment so we can have a treadmill room.
At 4:02 PM,
Metro said…
Heck--I've already got a live-in, but there's room for one-more-plus-kid. Fresh air, wineries, all the tree fruit you can eat before you get really ill ...
Re. credit card and bank balances. You're not nuts, just poor. I did it too, hoping that the teller would make gross multiple errors in my favour.
Your SO is setting a date so far away that from a male perspective the sun is likely to go out and save him from having to "commit".
I dunno what his excuse for not wishing to get cookies, free laundry and good (blatant assumption) sex for like, forever is.
It's YOUR life he's putting on hold, given that he seems to be fine with living at your house six days a week. The main problem with comittment for most men is that they can't just show up when they smell dinner, themselves, or hormones.
I suggest you set a deadline. My now-wife gave me six months. If schmuck doesn't want to get moving (in) by then, I suggest you get on with your and your daughter's life.
So I'm not Dear Abby, so sue me.
A full-grown man sharing a house with a child has an obligation to smoke anything he enjoys a long damn way elsewhere.
Hang in there. We're pullin' for ya. If it's that important to your happiness I hope you get the job too. It's just that it sounds like you already got the job, just not the payoff.
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