A date for a tattoo
Well, not much to say this sunny Sunday evening. I wish I was outside doing something instead of cooped up in this silly hotel. I always seem to work on the pretty days! I forgot to mention how the lunch went on Friday. It actually went really good. I think I may have found a friend, or at least some one to girl talk with once and a while outside of work. She really wants us to try and get a night off together so we can go out and do something. She really wants to get a tattoo and wants me to go with her because she’s scared, lol. The only problem is, if I go I will surely want and get another one. (It would be my second). I know what I want already and where, but Frank throws a fit whenever I just bring it up, so I never get around to doing it. Its not like I am letting him tell me what to do, but I don’t wanna do something that makes me unattractive to him either. He never says I can’t, just says he can’t understand my wanting to put ink on myself. So I will go, and watch, and support her as she gets her very first ink and I will be proud. =) I did tell her to be very careful on what she picks because it will be with her forever! Uhg, I want one so bad, lol. Its addictive, once you get one, you can’t stop there! I keep telling him a tattoo on him would be HOT, be he wont do it. Oh well, he’s hot just the way he is too.
She also wants me to go out with her and her gay friend. Which is cool with me. Never been to a gay bar before. I grew up in California, and all my mom’s friends were gay. I’d feel like I was at home. It would sure give me a reason to get dressed up, and feel pretty and get out of the house. I don’t get to do that very often. I am sure it has to be more fun than the hillbilly, rough neck bars most people would go to! I am kind of excited actually. I am desperate for action in my life because its seriously lacking. Also, the man we moved back here with (along with his lover) broke up his friendship with my mom (his best friend) when she found a straight man to be interested in, and he’s a dancer there sometimes. (An AMAZING dancer) and I just want to show up, feeling beautiful, and happy, and be like look what you missed out on. (He wa given like, parenting rights by my mom because I didn’t have a dad around and he was so active in my life, almost like a real father. I looked more like him anyway!) I think if he had stuck around, he’d be proud of the woman I have become. Or am becoming anyway. But he didn’t, and the catty vengful side of me wants to rub it in his face, lol. Of course I only ever think these things in my head, actually doing them is another thing. I have a hard time going through with the mean things I think….I am not really a mean person…eh…its a battle…
It feels good when you get all your bills paid on time. To me it feels like a breath of fresh air. Like I don’t have to stress over them for like another month. I usually don’t have much left over, but I am not really hurting either. I have a feeling when one of the desk clerks leaves in August I might get another raise, which would be great. Since Lee’s little thank you note, and the fact she is away on vacation, things seem really peaceful around here now. I know it’s only been two days, but it has been nice. She hasn’t called, there’s no nasty notes or memos or anything. Ahhh, it feels quiet. Hopefully she will be in better spirits on her return and I wont feel like leaving anymore.
31 more days till my Franky gets here!!! Or is it 30? Who cares, he’s coming and I am so excited. I have been in a much better mood having something so great to look forward to. And finally I have found a friend who makes an effort with me and its not always ME doing the calling or planning or what not. That feels great.