Dirty Diana

I'm back. I almost posted a few posts during my month hiatus, but I've been holding to my commitments more and more lately. I'm still seeing my "friend" though. I can't help it. I've been seeing him for a lil over a year though. This "thing of convenience" we have has actually been more convenient than I expected. It helped as a catalyst in ending things with GWF.

I made my 90 days at work. I hit goal during tax week. All things that I set as goals and achieved. I feel on top on the mother fucking world. I have friends at work (some of them are hot dudes even :P) and life seems pretty concrete. I started the EMDR stuff with my counselor. I'm going to see Dylan and Dawes on Cinco de Mayo.

I still miss GWF. I started following the damn cat on Twitter. I told the Bear I missed him. He prolly wouldn't remember me if I was to ever come around though. I have to let that go. The EMDR is helping me realize that getting GWF out of my life is the best thing that could have happened. I just really miss that damn cat. We bonded a lot when I was a worthless piece of shit. He'd be proud to see his Mama is doing a lot better.

I'm blogging about a cat. WTF. It's better than blogging about all the bullshit I'd rather not air in public though. It's just family stuff. Stuff I won't be dealing with soon enough because I will be moving out soon. I see that bright horizon and I'm keeping my eyes on it.

I'm friends with Ocean again. It really struck me, the Boston shit. If it had been in Denver and she'd been hurt, I'd have felt so bad. She's a fringe friend though. It's safer that way. I know better than to invest emotional depth is some people now. Life lessons...

I'm glad I'm not at SF anymore. I heard they're gonna dissolve the JOC in the next 5 years. That would have been my ticket out of this hellacious place, but maybe my current job could do that too. We'll see.