To Infinity and Prosper!

It's been a week since my birthday, exactly a week.  It honestly seems like only yesterday, this week has gone by so fast.  And I know I've been a bit lax in updating but stick with me and I'll get through everything.  I'm not giving up on this thing.  Nor should you.

The Saturday prior to my birthday I had a small birthday gathering with my new St. Augustine friends. They all came over to my new residence and we just sat outside and had loads of fun.  Bad birthday karma is no longer.  My new "boss" showed up, too.  Weird, but good cause he's a good guy that I get along with so much.  We both have had really shitty exes that make going about life now just barely tolerable.  They all left around midnight, because I kicked them out (didn't want too :(  ).  THE BOYFRIEND and I were really tired and needed lots of sleep.  He had to go back to work that Sunday after being out sick the entire week; and of course I had to be at work at 8 a.m.

The day before the birthday proper, I went out with a couple of friends and got DRUNK.  So drunk I woke up that morning still drunk.  I mean, three beers and 1 shot is WASTED for me.



Alright, so we went out to O'Malley's for a beer (which one of the girls bought) as they were closing.  We waited for Irish Dan (who is really Irish.  I think I might've mentioned him before) to finish closing and headed over to, where else, The Tavern for more debauchery.  Had another Guinness, and The Irishman bought me a shot (a Tic Tac, I think.  It was minty...) which put me over the top.  As The Tavern was closing, I headed up to the counter to pay.  But someone once again paid for my beer, and I have no idea who.  I was texting THE BOYFRIEND constantly throughout the night, drunkenly.  And he texted me and one of the girls with me back.  He texted her to make sure I was doing okay and the like.  Really a bit overprotective, eh?  I had texted him that Irish Dan had bought me a shot.  He texted back:

"Oh lord.  Tell him to keep his filthy Irish mitts to himself."

<3 !  To which I responded:

"Don't worry.  I love and want only you." 

All of us drunkenly walked over to another guy's house, where I had another beer (a stella) before grabbing the box of Mozzarella Cheezits, and acting like Scooby Doo with Scooby snacks.  And I hadn't even smoked anything beside cigarettes.  Lordy, I was a goner.  Walked home with a friend around 4 a.m.  and promptly passed out until THE BOYFRIEND came and woke me up.  I was confused the rest of the morning whether I was still drunk or not, whilst moving beds in the fucking hot heat of summer.  But all in all it was a good birthday weekend.  


The week at work has been rather hellish.  And I don't mean that I'm starting to NOT enjoy what I do.  I still love it.  I like my boss, and I love getting my hands in there and working on something.  What I mean is that they reduced my hours for no goddamn reason other than they had too many people working the game room, and since I was the newest of them, I had to go, rather than I didn't know what I was doing.  They really need to learn how to schedule correctly.  


Saturday after work, I went over to my boss' house with THE BOYFRIEND for dinner.  THE BOYFRIEND did know him long before me, which is how I got the job.  Stir-fry and curry.  OH - My - God!!   Amazing cook, amazing food.  So glad that I get along with the boss.  Makes working so much fun and easy.

The night before, THE BOYFRIEND'S housemates invited us both out, but I had to wake him up first.    Boy is cranky when he first wakes up.  They left, all of them saying that I could just go with them and he could catch up later.  But I stayed behind in order to be with him longer than what I had this past week (due to work and all).  We walked downtown, all weird for whatever reason.  At one point as we were walking past Flagler College, I grabbed his hand and held it as we walked, because we never hold hands when we walk.  Don't really feel the need to hold hands.  I wanted to then because I just wanted to subtly let him know that I am still his.  So we are lightly holding hands, our fingers barely holding on to each other as we walk.  Some random guy walks past us and says to us, rather creepily,

"Better hold on to her tightly."

Both of us got this "what the fuck?" look on our faces, and shortly thereafter we let our hands drop from the other.  After that, however, he grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips.  I asked him why he did that.

"Do I really need a reason to?" 

As a reply to that, I grabbed him and kissed him hard back.  I miss that.  Grabbing him and kissing him as we are coming back in from smoking at the station.  Those special moments that made the work day (night?) bearable.

Working on my graphic novel almost everyday has made me think about a lot of things.  Mostly, myself and how I came out on the other end with issues, yes, but otherwise just fine.  And it's been the fact that I have been working on this thing so much that I am working through all those issues that I have/had, and realizing a lot more about myself and who I am in this world.  The "I am not who I will be" moments of enlightenment.  I've also been thinking about whether I need to continue working on it or not.  My self has gone through the catharsis.  But I am still doing it.  More for me as I try to figure out exactly why it is that THE BOYFRIEND and I are so good together and for each other.  But do I really need to do that, when I already have all that here, on this blog?  I am pulling direct moments from here to put in it anyways.  So I guess not.  I'm going to hang on to it, and come back to it when I need a reminder of who it is that I am, who I came from, and that it doesn't matter who I will be, because I will never be like him, or be with another like him.