Kay is back in town!

Summer has begun ladies and gents! Armed with a positive new outlook on life (shocking I know!) I could not have been more excited to hear Kay was moving back here from law school. Kay- she starts trouble-  whether it be with ipods, personal grooming, or crushes. Plus, she also got a kickass job at a law firm downtown and I am sure we will be going to many a lunch together.

I’m ready for the summer- although my non-bikini friendly belly would like to disagree. Maybe Kay and I can work ‘em off together.

Off to go train, I have a 6 mile run in the mud next weekend. Wish me luck!

all ready

to be happy. I was all set and ready to write a scathing post about people and their mothers, but I don’t really feel that bitchy. I drove home from my new job (in under a cool 12 minutes!) and realized that I have not been this happy in a long time. I really love my job. It is a little gross- the puppies in the park look cuter, the children on the sidewalk less annoying.

I see a future in this line of work. I see a future of expertise and me leveraging my strengths. I have managed to keep past relationships viable, while building new ones.

Part of me just can’t beleive it. I had no clue how unsatisfied I was with my work until now.

I am definitely ready to be happy.

home stretch

I am blogging from a boy’s house. I’ll have you know that when I started this thing I NEVER in a million years thought that would happen.

Don’t ask why- it just seems like such a me thing, a part of me I know I will never really be able to fully share because the words are touchy and I want my thoughts here to be mine. I don’t want them to be tainted.

I have 5 more days of my job left- and then I get to start the new one. I am definitely pushing my patience and it feels like I accepted the new position years ago. I can’t wait to learn something new, to meet new people and to be put in that fabulously awkward position of treading new ground, navigating office intricacies and hopefully thriving at this new company.

New is good. I could not be more excited to be busy and stressed and working towards something meaningful in my life.

oh and I almost made out with a chef last night. Thank god I didn’t.

Inspired

They had nothing to say to each other because she knew he would leave her and never look back. And he knew he had his whole life ahead of him, and that she was “just for now.” She didn’t speak because she knew the answer. She had nothing to say for fear of tarnishing her cute, blunt attitude with a dirty, violent fear of being hurt. She didn’t want him to go, she wanted him to stay, but she didn’t want to have to say it first. In fact, she wasn’t going to say it all. She just wanted him to say it, so she could tell him to go. So she could tell him that we are both young, with so much going for them, and long distance is too hard, anyway.

That was the only way she was going to be able to have something to say. And if she had something to say, then maybe she could hold back the tears. Then she would appear stronger than she actually was, but the tears, they would give her away.

He didn’t say anything because he didn’t love her like that, and anything like that would just make her cry. And her tears, they were so wasted on him. He liked her jokes, and loved that she was smart, but she was so crtical of him. He could never see himself with her. He was relieved to be leaving.

So he kissed her, more than just once in order to make her smile, and then they left separately, thinking of all the things they could never tell each other.

Inspired by a past post by Chicken and Cheese