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Sorry I’ve been lacking in the updates department. I was in a bit of a funk (as I’m sure you all noticed) and wasn’t in the mood for writing. Ontop of that I’ve been a busy little lamb with work, and then I told my internet company to go eff themselves so i’ve been without internet.

But alas, I found an application that turns my blackberry into a wireless adapter. Yes, it is an amazing little thing. Anyway, I have a funny story for you. Last weekend was a holiday here in the great white north. I spent my Monday generally not feeling well, but at work (and for 25$ an hour, why not?) fooling around on my blackberry and sitting on the counters.

Yes yes I know, bad bad. Anyway, this old, miserable lady runs a bookstore behind us and she complained to the other manager that we were being inappropriate at work. I’m still trying to figure out how exactly, but whatever. Naturally as soon as I came into work on Thursday I was pulled aside and asked what happened.  I did what I always do, deny deny deny. I’m fairly certain anyone would do the same thing in my situation.

And then things got very very bad. As I was walking away from my lecture I went to text the other girl I was working with on Monday, I said, “I hate (insert name of bookstore here). The old bitchy manager ratted on us for Monday. I’m never shopping there again.

I tucked my phone into my pocket and went on my lunch, not thinking much of it until my phone dinged at me a few seconds later. I looked at my phone and it said, “This is Brittany.”.I could have died. I accidentally texted her instead of the other girl.

Whoops. Again, shit happens and I didn’t think much would come of it. So I sat on the counter? So what. Well apparently it was a huge deal. I got a final warning (meaning next time I make a mistake I’m fired)and she went and reviewed the mall tapes to see what we did that day! She honestly went that far. If I had been Mall Security I would habve laughed in her face.

The whole situation is laughable. Did I mess up? Yes. But should I receive a final warning when I’m a model employee, have the highest sales, am management and have never been written up before? No. So eff that. I started applying for new jobs right away.

In fact, tomorrow I have an interview before work. If I get it it will be very very good. Cross your fingers and toes for me. I also may have a promotional modelling gig on Saturday. Things can only get better, right?

Last night Bad Boy had some company over. I tried my best to stay up and be social, but by the time 1:30am rolled around I couldn’t keep my eyelids open. He told me to go to bed because he wouldn’t be long.

About a half an hour later I felt him crawl into bed beside me. He pressed his body into mine as he leaned over and kiss my forhead before mumbling, “I love you so much.”.

I smiled groggily and nuzzled up into his neck. He cupped my face, kissing my eyelids and nose. I smiled and left a ghost of a kiss on his lips.

I felt the butterflies in my stomach spread into a radiating warmth I hadn’t felt before: love, content and belonging. He sighed, a deep rumble in his throat as I wrapped myself around him.

“I belong with you.” I pulled him deeper into me and replied, “I know.”

We made love three times last night.

(I never call it making love.)

Cute Guy (from the bar) was going to be in my place in an hour when I got out of the shower, looked in the mirror and started panicking. I hadn’t left the house in a day or two so I hadn’t had much reason to look at my face in the mirror. Bad Boy has stubble, and apparently during our feverish makout sessions Friday night he managed to rub quite a bit of skin off my chin. The look was a little pealy and scaly. Not cute.

I panicked, grabbed a loofah and frantically scrubbed my chin down with St.Ives Apricot Scrub while praying to the dating gods. After I had rinsed off and moisturized I gave myself the all clear. I was in a bit of a rush so I half hazardly slapped some make up on my face before drying my hair. I don’t wash my hair too often, so when I do it’s a bit of a chore.

Once I flipped my head back up, I looked in the mirror again and I wanted to cry. The concealer I’d used to cover my poor chin looked like peeling paint. In a panic I messaged my dear friend Susy on msn. Our conversation went something like this:

C: How the fuck do I cover stubble burn?

S: You don’t. It’ll just look worse.

C: I don’t think you understand. Cute guy is on his way to pick me up, and my chin looks like its going to fucking fall off into his soup over dinner.

S: I’m cackling at you Carrie. Really. How do you get into these situations? Make sure you blog about it.

C: Point fucking taken, but can you help me please?!?

S: Exfoliate again, and dab on the damn concealer Carrie, don’t rub it. You won’t peel then.

C:You are a genious. Much love.

S: Good luck.

It worked. Thank god.

So on to the date. Obviously Cute Guy is cute (duh) and I also found out from our previous conversations he was 30, turning 31, owned a house and worked two part time jobs. The dude never sleeps.  He took me to an Italian restaurant. Neither of us could really read the menu well, so I just ordered lasagna.  The conversation flowed nicely, but I wasn’t getting that charasmatic spark from him that I’ve gotten from other dudes.

I suggested we hit a bar for a drink since alcohol fixes everything. Bad move. We went to the bar around the corner from where I live. The bartender knows me well and he just thinks it’s hilarious when I get drunk so he always makes my drinks 3/4 alcohol…in tall glasses.

Needless to say, in no time I was being my obnoxious drunk self. Cute Guy seemed a little scared of me. I tried to convince him to call in sick to work (he works midnights) because come on..have some excitement in your life! He half assed texted someone from work to see if they would cover his shift. Obviously they said no..something about being on vacation.

He didn’t think it was very funny when I stole his phone and texted back, “Liar. When I was with your mom last night she said she saw you that afternoon”. I on the other hand thought I was being hilarious. We ended up heading to my place around 9:45 because he had to be at work in an hour.

When he kissed me goodnight it was good. I’m not going to lie. But I didn’t get light headed, and I didn’t get butterflies. Will I see him again? Probably. The only problem I have with him is that he’s so..safe.

He’s texted me several times tonight wanting to see me again but every day he’s mentioned I’ve already had plans (honest). In other news I’ll be seeing the Bad Boy again on Wednesday and I’m a little more than excited.

So High Five and I have been back on speaking terms for a while, although tonight he seemed to be acting rather odd. I commented on our mutual friend’s wall, the bartender, because I ran into him tonight when I was out with Hannibal.  My wall post said literally”Hey, you clean up nice! Clearly my footing the back of your knee didn’t work, that broke my heart a little bit.”

High Five then commented on my post saying, “Oh hell, here we go now.” I think any person with half a brain understands what he’s implying by saying that. I messaged him and our convo went like this

Carrie

here we go now what?

High Five

nuffin, I’m going to bed. gnight

Carrie

wtf?

Carrie

ooookay. I’ll just delete my wall post then since I have no idea what I did.

High Five

haha you do that then. sleep well.

Carrie

Could you at least tell me what I did?

High Five

nothing, s’all good. the natural order is what it is

Carrie

Care to explain that?

Because I have no idea what I did, or why you’re being so damn cryptic.

High Five

nope, I care to go to bed and sleep with Fender lol

later

Carrie

uh okay.. Seriously though I’m wondering what I did

Carrie

ya dude. Sleep well. I don’t know what’s going on, but I just ran into Bartender Dude downtown tonight. Assume what you want.

“The natural order“? What the fuck does that mean? What it should mean is uh hi, I ran into the dude, gave him a hug and went on my way. He looked nice, I mentioned it on my wall. High Five makes that assuming comment not even 2 minutes after I posted on the dude’s wall. Holy passive aggressive.

This from the dude who called me a booty call and said he wasn’t going to sugar coat it. I hate the fact that the stupid comment hurt my feelings as much as it did.

Carrie: happy new year

Hannibal: happy new year cutie. How was your new years eve?

Carrie:How are things going?

Hannibal:meh

Carrie: New Years was good..I was pretty drunk though.
drunk enough that I saw pictures and I’m like..wtf?
aw..did you have a good new years at least?

Hannibal: no it was lame. me and 4 other guys hangin out

Carrie: Mmm sausage. Rogue had a small house party. I think I might win the award for drunkest person there.
I went outside to make snow angels on her neighbors lawn at like 3am and then I came inside and gave everyone cold/wet hugs.

Hannibal:hahahaha

Carrie: any news on the job front?

Hannibal: nothing yet. I don’t expect to hear anything till the end of the week

Carrie: bah hurry up and find out. Windsor is awfully boring without you

Hannibal: I am trying. i want to be back there I left my xbox behind hahahaha

Carrie: Well your apartment still appears to be there, so I’m sure you xbox is fine

Really? The xbox? I don’t know what’s worse..the over use of hahahahaha or the concern for the xbox when I am obviously flirting.

My palm just hit my forehead. Cross your fingers for me folks. I do not want this dude getting a job up north. Southwest is the best!

Oooh I rhyme.