Rearing My Head

Found out today that I did not make my bid for a new fire house. I'm disappointed, but they may still move Rover, although he and I are talking and getting along again right now, so perhaps it will be okay.

Bought a bunch of new clothes and boots for Fall today. Finally found pants long enough. A miracle, to be sure.

My 2nd employer told me yesterday that they want me to come in two days per week minimum (unless I have some other obligation). That's great for me, as that means a little more than $500 a week extra (gross). With Roomy's rent, that means I can bring in $2600/month extra. That pays my mortgage and my utilities, free and clear. Excellent. Working at the office also gets me out of the house and enables me to hang out with two great gals who are much fun (and very smart). Like it.

Had a Rover spaz this morning. I'm over it now.

Fatty's trying to get out of me and RacerEx what transpired between us to cause the rift. I would not tell him. I wouldn't even tell Rover. I told my girlfriends, but that's it. No one else needs to know. Women understand my side. That's all I need.

I miss YellowDog. Ah well, that's life.

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Oh yeah, did I mention my date with Mr. Gorgeous? Well, he never called back, so I sent him an email telling him that I would return his video if he sent me his address. I mentioned I figured it must not have been a match for him since I never heard from him again. He emailed back, telling me he was sorry and that it was just bad manners on his part. Then he called and told me to call him back.

But I didn't.

I figured if his manners are bad at the beginning, they'll only get worse. He's so pretty that he's probably used to getting away with sundry B.S., washing it away with a smile or a bat of an eye. Well, I've just been through Hell, twice, and am climbing my way back out of the hole, and I'm not going to set myself up for some self-centered asshole to be rude to me with his "bad manners."

Pretty is as pretty does. Ain't it the truth?