Miss Independent

Devil Spawn, formerly known as Destiny, was picked up at 4am this morning and is now on her way to Bad Kid Camp in Oregon. http://scottsvalleyschool.com/boarding_schools_004.htm. Peace out, biatch.

Finally my mom can have some stress-free rest with that little cunt ruining everything.

I am very protective of my mom. I always have been. I will always be on Team Mom. In fact, I may make t-shirts “Team Mom” – omg christmas present.

Kaddy came over last night and I made us fabulous whole wheat pasta with chanterelle mushrooms, shallots, garlic sauteed in a shitload of butter. Doodles, my arch nemesis at work, bought me the chanterelles at Pike Place market on his lunch break and I’m like, “WHY won’t you just let me HATE you?!” He said the mushrooms reminded him of me, which makes me think he said that because mushrooms literally grow on shit. Whatever. They were tasty.

Also, wine. Started with prosecco and moved to red wine and more red wine and now I have a headache. When will I ever learn? When?

Drum roll please….. tonight I have trapeze lessons! Two of my friends and I bought the lesson through Living Social for $20, which seems like a good idea at the time but I’ve just been dreading it. UNTIL, that is, we all decided to dress up crazy and have fun with it. I will be wearing purple tights, blue booty shorts, a mickey mouse t-shirt and leg warmers, if I can find them. Yeah buddy. Now I’m stoked. The outfit makes the event. Every time.

It was nice not writing yesterday. Because before, I would go through my day and be like, “I should write about this” and it was a little consuming. But now I can just live and then write about it when I feel like it. Clearly I feel like it.

So this Will business is really fucking annoying. I need to just chill the fuck out and stop talking to him unless he talks to me first. Here is the dilemma:

– I’m not really feeling it, at all… but I still gchat and text with him, and initiate said communication 75% of the time.

– I told myself I’d give it one more date before I made the final decision to end it or not, but the date seems like it’s never going to happen because he never EVER puts any effort to see me! I keep expecting that text, “Do you have plans Saturday night?” BUT IT NEVER COMES (that’s what she said.)

– I would assume that he’s just busy, too many plans, can’t fit me into his busy schedule, but when I was gchatting with him earlier I asked if he had anything fun going on this weekend. He said, “Nothing planned, looking forward to a relaxing weekend” ……. @$(%*WERGJON ARGOIH.  WTF.

So now I’m just removing myself. No communication with him unless it is him asking to see me again. Then I will do so but I refuse, REFUSE to be “That Girl” — looking back on my entries from our relationship makes me realize how far I’ve come in the independence arena and I will not go back there. I can’t give up everything I’ve worked for.

DONE.

This weekend is pretty easy-going, for the most part, which makes me happy. Tonight trapeze, tomorrow cleaning the office, sunday going to my mom’s to do laundry so I don’t have to wash my underwear by hand anymore. But nothing Saturday night (do you hear that, Will?). I’m SO okay with this. In fact, I may go to the gym after cleaning the office. Buuuuut I probably won’t, considering the office cleaning pretty much kicks my ass each and every time.

Loves.