About being a freak about terms of endearment. 'Cause The Boy I Currently Like has started busting them out (darlin', sweetheart and others), but because I'm a freak, calling him anything other than his name is a HUGE DEAL TO ME. After six months of ... dating or whatever it is you might call what we've been doing, I can't even come up with a better blog nickname for him than "The Boy I Currently Like." Lord knows I can't come up with something cute to call him to his face.
And about how I don't actively hate my job after this first full week, but I certainly don't like it and I never will. It's amazing how much your brain can be fried by even relatively mindless work when you have to do it for nine hours a day for a whole week after not working for two months.
And about how tough it is to have enough of a life so that I have to go to two parties in one night. And how seriously I take my job as DJ for one of those parties. Party starts at 9 and goes until bar time? How about 26 hours of music? And I cut it down by like, five hours.
OH! And how totally fucking stoked I am that F-Bomb is pitching on Sunday.
And probably about other stuff, too, but I can't remember what any of it is. I'm tired and already a little drunk. And y'all? Star Wars is on, so this is all you get. Do or do not, y'all. There is no try.