Things happen. They always happen. I want things and it happens. It usually happens at the worse possible time, usually when what I wanted is no longer of great need.
I spent months obsessing about finding a new job, any job. I would have licked concrete if it offered a steady salary and dental benefits. I got busy at work, real busy. Suddenly, I forgot about my job hunt. Suddenly, everyone has begun calling me about my resume. I offer them regrets. I have multiple closings in the next month. I want to see them through and reap the rewards from working my ass off, i.e. a hefty commission check. I turned down two jobs. In two months, I will want to kill myself for this stupidity.
Otherwise, life is good. Nothing to report, as usual. I'm still considering the new blog, which was indirectly encouraged to me by my bestest in the worldest friend, Kara (love this girl). I kind of really want to do it. I'm kind of like really into it and dare I say a little passionate about it.
My bestie, KelKel, is getting married next week. Excited? Yes. Ready for this maid of honor speech business? Not at all. I'm not good at being sappy. I tell my girls I love them, but I'm not really good with this whole like "emotional you mean the world to me and I'm happy that you are marrying this man" thing. I'm happy for her, but my values and personal beliefs and perspectives on life cloud things. Writing this speech is on my most dreaded list. I'd like to stick to funny, but I don't have funny for this. My funny will come off as asshole funny, which is not funny to most people. Halp.
Speaking of Kel, she had her bachelorette party last weekend. Erica rolled into town and I felt complete. I missed her. I missed fun. Erica brings the fun.
I miss my girlfriends. Poop. Why does Iowa have to be so like, far?
So, this blog turned into a sappy, "I miss my friends" episode. It's the weather. You miss your girlfriends when the weather hits the 60's and you think about girl talks and coffee, or girl talks and beer. Daily girl phone talks just doesn't cut it.
Can you send me one of those jobs, please?