angelak | Is it a little or is it a lot?

My head spins this morning. Afternoon?
I’ve been busy all day. This isn’t bad – it’s just weird. It is also weird to know I will not be here in the office for the next ten days. I have yet to clean my desk, finish my annual review paperwork, or get the last laptop off of my desk that I need to. This annoys me. I’ve been busy literally all day.

I am hungry.
A little sleepy.
And it makes my head spin sometimes when I spend enough time talking to people about too personal of things. For instance, finances, personal finances. With SGT KN.
It seems that his son, who is 3 weeks younger than me, makes like $7 an hour less than me and has a condo of his own.

I suck.

He was going on and on about how much money I should theoretically have.
I was doing great until one day I bought a car and a laptop (neither of which I regret what so ever) and now I feel like I am doing some weird month-to-month struggle.
It could be that I spend too much.
I go out too much.

And now I want to get student loans for more schooling.
People lately have been pushing the condo idea on me again. Steve had been pushing it on me some time ago, and now he stopped. Well, more like we stopped talking regularly. More like I am probably blocked on IM because *poof* he stopped appearing.

So shocking. I’m not sure why but whatever. I’ve got life to worry about and I think he probably feels the same way. Maybe I wasn’t talking enough and he thought I was being ghey. Maybe I was being ghey? Again – the here and now.

I want lunch because my sweetie is at home. With my puppies.
And my fucking laptop because the fr00tcake left his lappy at home. And that means he couldn’t play WoW unless I left it there. I took pity on him and left the laptop at home. Those of you who are missing me on IM – you can thank mister army-man himself.

YESTERDAY, was soooo eventful.
Let’s see, where to start? I got a lot of work done and this was good. I filmed PPC in the evening and it was a short meeting as I was praying it would be. Jimmy showed up at my house sooner than I expected and it was a delightful surprise. We got home and I had time to do things!!!

I made dinner, made the double layer pumpkin pie, went for a 30 minute jog (while he wrote to his little brother who is now in jail – he’s not so happy with his little bro… although his mom asked that he write to Joel… okay. So he is pretty mindful of his mom.)

He wrote to Joel and I made the pie and then went for my run. Came back showered. Hung out with Jim – wasted time online, after my shower. Then we went to bed entirely too late and I got woken up like every TWO FUCKING HOURS by my pest of a Mini-Dachshund (FRITZ, who else.)

In the early 5AM hour I was letting Fritz outside and I kicked Jim’s XBOX bag that was in my living room. It hurt. And then he was worried about me first, then he realized I was okay and he had to go check on his XBOX.

I was grumpy.

Swear words ensued with the pain of the toes. Ow.
The XBOX was fine.
I may have just cried had I hurt the XBOX.

I went back to sleep for a brief amount of time and then I came to be here, in the office.
Non stop work.
Police, police, police.
Conversations with SGT KN.
Conversations with some random Snoqualmie officer about their systems and he seemed like a pleasant guy. And he recognized me as the IT person. Thank you. That’s a compliment. Most people think I am a high school girl cutting class.

Or do they???

I’m 22. Back when I was 16 people guessed I was 18. When I turned 20 they started guessing I was 16. HELP??@%_@*(

Anyhow. Digressing.
So, I was on the phone with Sprint all morning.
And I was running back and forth and working with people and the network went down and then we brought it back up and all this stuff happened and then I was like, “Wow, it is only noon.”

This is good I suppose.
I feel my inventory on Aircards needs a bit of careful sprucing to make sure I do not drown in aircard changes.

Stupid faulty hardware.
My desk is a tornado. From hell.
I need to get Laptop 18 out. Into the squad cards. Ofcr RA will test it for me.
10 days 10 days 10 days!!!

And in 10 minutes, I can go have lunch with my sweetie and we’ll have some pie!!!!
The best part of last night was when I was making some simple pasta.
And he looked at me with *that* special look. Beaming, although I’m weird and it makes me squirm a bit. I get sheepish or whatever the fuck it is. And I was like, “what?? What??” and he was like, “you’re cooking for me!!” and it was clear it made him feel pretty damned special.

It was only some pasta. :P
When he looks at me like that I really do wonder if I am going to melt, or if my insides will liquid-ify and that will be the end of me. It is that feeling that consumes almost every particle of my being. AND there will scarcely be any words dredged from any language to put it into words.

So, I felt happy with my 30 minute jog – or was it 35? Whatever the case, I am trying to get better with it and I am trying to drop some of this excess poundage. Whatever. I am fit and it feels good. I get SO incredibly bright red when I run. It is weird.

And ugly.

Whatever. No beauty contest.
Jim also gave me a *look* when I came in from my run when I took off my baggy shirt and was wearing my bra top and the sweat pants he gave me.
They’re his retired workout wear, they say “ARMY” down the side.
I like that we are the same dimensions other than my hips and stuff. He has enough of an ass that … well, ya.

I love his ass. Did I tell ya’ll that? It is one cute booty and men aren’t known for booty. BUT I LOVE IT.

So anyways. He looked at me and I was like, “Um. Yeah?” Because I am a retard like that and he made some sweet comment about how I looked so fine in his sweatpants. Okay, not like that. It wasn’t corny like that. But that was the jist. I was too flattered to remember his words anymore. And here I had looked in the mirror thinking, “hm. Do these look goofy on me with the big ass and the big ass and the …”

Ja.

Anyways. I’m happy. He is in love with me, and vice versa!
That feels. So. Fabulous.

He genuinely finds me attractive. Not everyone can make you feel that way and truly mean it.

SGT KN said something like, “oh yeah I met your boyfriend. He seems good. Easily dominate-able.”
I was like. “oh.” But we got distracted talking about GODS know what… I don’t dominate him. We are pretty equal and I love it.
Lunchtime, folks.

-Angela