I had the creepiest dream last night. I was up until 4 a.m. and again at 5, unable to sleep. I dreamt about my grandma's house being haunted. A bunch of people were staying there, one being the ex TWDSO, and his new girlfriend. I was seeing the boy I recently was with, and CP was there, my mom, my sister, and some strangers. Everyone had their heads chopped off like in the show Hero's. It was pretty disturbing. Me and the boy were last to be murdered, Friday the 13th style, while having sex. I couldn't get back to sleep after that. I was the only survivor. What the hell do you suppose that means?
You know CP never read my blog the entire time we were together, but he decides to read it now that there may be someone else to read about. Men. I dunno what I even want right now so I don't know how to react to how he has been acting. It's nice to have someone around that cares about you. I do require a lot of attention. But mostly, I think I'm destined to find a great job, and THEN worry about men.
I actually worked out yesterday. It felt good, I get Fit TV now that I have no cable channels, and I Tivo a lot of workouts. I learned some hip-hop dancing last night. I'm bout to tear it up on the dance floor some day.
Monday I put the tree up. CP came and helped me. The damn thing fell over face first and busted some bulbs. We put some weights on it to hold it up, and last night I'm watching TV yelling at Fizzgig, who I think is in the tree then she sits next to me. It's the tree falling centimeter by centimeter. I pushed the fuckign thing into the corner against the wall so it won't fall. A brand new string of lights is out also. My Christmas tree is cursed. Maybe it needs an exorcism. Also, there was a box of decorations chewed up by some type of rodent. He really liked Santa's beard.
I applied for a couple more jobs today. Story of my life. I still never heard back about that interview I went on. I figure it's not meant to be. I also applied to our electric company, that is one job I would really like to have.
Friday, I'm going to see Brett Michaels with Bethie. Be jealous!!! And Bubba told me some more about the guy she wanted to set me up with. It's a no-go kids. He is not only unemployed right now but he also has no car, and no place to live. Uhhhhhhh......thanks, but no thanks! I dated my share of dead beats. I'm so over it!