On Thursday bad boy was fired from his job for no reason. He didn’t do anything wrong, to us it looks like he was hired on to cover the manager’s vacation and then was let go. He worked less than 90 days, so he can be fired for no reason. It’s the only thing we can think of since the week before he was left in charge and worked 55 hours.

Naturally this pissed Bad Boy off. I’m not sure if I written before about how he is very opinionated, stubborn and hates anything corporate, political, etc.  I’ve been working crazy hours so he was left to his own devices (weed and alcohol).

Thursday itself wasn’t so bad, there was just some sulking and bitching about what a douche his ex boss was.

And then Friday rolled around. Normally someone would take that time and calm down: but not Bad Boy, oh no. At 2pm he walked me to my bus so I could take off to work and went to pick up his final pay check.

Next thing I know I’m getting phone calls from his ex employer, so I call him. He’s drunk, and pissed off (but sweet as hell to me, as per usual). I tried to calm him down and although he was drunk he at least seemed like he was functional and wasn’t going to do anything too stupid.

Well folks, apparently my amazing boyfriend is very good at hiding how inebriated he really is. I didn’t hear from him again at all last night. I was at work, sending him the odd text and not getting any response so I started calling.

My calls went straight to voicemail. My head was spinning and I was quickly entering panic mode. The first thing I did was call the police and have a friend swing by our apartment to make sure he wasn’t just passed out on the couch.

Obviously he wasn’t home, the police also claimed he wasn’t there. My next step was calling all the emergency hospitals in my area. I quickly found out he had been admitted at 5pm, but left a 6pm supposedly without being seen.

I couldn’t help it, I kept imaging him laying dead in an alleyway somewhere. I started crying at work and had a friend pick me up early so I could go searching for my boyfriend (at this point I was furious but also convinced he was probably dead).

We looked everywhere and the police basically told me to stop bugging them with my feverish phone calls. I gave up and went home, hoping to be able to sleep.

At 12am my phone rang. Guess who it was? It was Bad Boy, back from the dead. Where do you think he was folks? If you guessed the one place that claimed he wasn’t there, you’re right!

Bad Boy was in jail. I was furious. He didn’t get home until 3am and when he walked in the door I wanted to punch him in his nose..until i realized someone had already beaten me to the punch (har har)

He couldn’t tell me why he ended up in jail, why he was in emerge and left, or what happened at all. He blacked out. Rest assured that this shit will not be happening again folks. I made it very clear that he needed to find a positive way to take care of his frustrations and if he ever scared me like that again I would kick him out. This is the first time I’ve ever had to deal with anything like this.

Needless to say someone has a ton of grovelling to do.

Bad Boy and I have a new nightly routine. It’s developed over the last 4 months of living together. Every night when I or him get home from work we sit down on our broken couch (that story will be for tmi wednesday, tomorrow) play some video games, then curl up and wait to fall asleep while watching cartoons.

As it stands right now we’ve been sleeping on the (broken) couch. Th airconditioner is in the living room, and up until a few days ago we were dealing with some rather unpleasant dog revenge tactics involving my less than a year old mattress.

Some nights I curl up around his back and watch him play Resident Evil, other nights I pick up a wii mote and play backgammon with him on our modded wii.

All times this is amazing. I love that there’s no pressure to go out and wine and dine, or date or go to the bar. I’m perfectly fine with smoking a bowl and watching futurama and south park while cuddling and having random fits of giggles.

The honeymoon is over. We’re past the point of making impressions. He pees with the door open and farts in his sleep, I wash my make up off at night and dot my face with zit medication.  Sometimes he forgets to flush the toilet.

On the other hand towels are left lying in piles of dog hair on the floor, sometimes I get a brief grunt when I walk in the door (because he’s playing video games) when what I really want is for him to stop what he’s doing and act like seeing me is the ighlight of his day.

But none of that actually matters, because I know even if I’m over analyzing and acting overtly chick like, I am the highlight of his day. I can cry for no reason, and act like a girly asshole and he never asks if I forgot to take my medication, claims I’m asking for too much attention, or am acting high maintenance.  In fact, when I apoligize for acting this way, he always tells me not to apologize because he loves me.

Even if i am a raging psycho sometimes.

I have ‘so I thought’ by flyleaf on repeat.

I chopped all my hair off today. It’s very short. No one recognizes me. I’m trying to decide if that’s good or bad

Ironically its also my 6 month with the bad boy.

I just can’t tell you why yet because I don’t want to fucking jinx it. It’s driving me insane. I’m so excited about so many things but I have to bottle it all up and I think I’m about to burst.

All right…all right. I see you lifting that brow and the thoughtful look. You want a hint, don’t you? Never!

All right…all right..here this is all I can say: Wild things are about to happen.

Take what you will from that. I’ll make some big announcements once I know everything is going to happen 100%..all I have to say about it until then is EEEEEIIIIIIIII!!!

This was after he emailed me telling me he found my blog (remember that one time I was pissed off and linked him?). We haven’t reallu been emailing back and forth, or talking or anything, but occassionaly he will like one of my statuses.

This is good right? This is us being mature and keeping in touch without wanting to kill each other. I don’t even find myself face creeping him that often.

I mean really, every time my phone lights up telling me to moderate a comment I go from jumping up and down, to wanting to throw my phone across a room once I realize that the comments are all spam.

FUCK YOU SPAMMERS.

Those comments break my little heart. I want nothing more than to be super popular on the interwebs, and every little spam comment breaks my heart more.

Yes folks, I hope to someday truly win the interwebs.

The customer left angry, it was two days before I was leaving for vacation and I’d been working 10 days straight. I was nearing the end of a pay period, and bad boy and I were living off Mr.Noodles and plain spaghetti noodles.

My mind was not in a good place. By the time I forced myself to walk up the stairs to our apartment, I had tears running down my face and I felt bitter and cold. It was not one of my proudest moments.

Then he gathered me in his arms, wiped the tears from my eyes and told me to sit down because he had dinner ready. I smiled despite myself, swallowing one of my self pitying sobs and slumped down on the couch.

He went and made me a pot roast. I don’t know how, but he did. Earlier that day before I left for work he asked casually in conversation what my favorite food is (you guessed it, roast beef). I had assumed it was just that-a conversation.

All I can say folks, is that it was the must amazing feeling to come home to that. I don’t think anyone has ever done something so considerate and thoughtful for me. I needed the reminder of how damn lucky I am to find someone who genuinely cares about me, makes me top priority, and would do anything to make me happy.

That’s real love, folks.

I’ve had enough
I’m in love, it’s true
So don’t, don’t take it away
‘Cause I’ve got my eye on you

This song is my way of saying
What I needed to say
I am proud, I am strong
And you’ve been here all along
I didn’t know it until today
I’m so glad that it happened this way

I’ve had enough
I’m in love, it’s true
So don’t, don’t take it away
‘Cause I’ve got my eye on you

Hold on now
You’re leaving
Take these hands
Don’t even say goodbye

I want you to know that
I’m going to miss you
Hold on to my heart
We’ll make it through
And let it be known
All I want is you
And I’m learning to show it to you

I’ve had enough
I’m in love, it’s true
So don’t, don’t take it away
‘Cause I’ve got my eye on you

I’ve had enough
I’m in love, it’s true
So don’t, don’t take it away
‘Cause I’ve got my eye on you

their new album is phenomonal. Go have a listen.

4 Rules go along with this award:

Rule 1: Thank the person who gave you this award.

Thanks Janie! Your blog is witty, and obviously you have good taste

Rule 2: Share 7 things about yourself.

1) I change my hair colour all the time. Really.

2)I can’t blow my nose.

3)I’m a terrible swimmer

4)I talk to my dogs

5)I’m nearly blind. My glasses are the thickest things I’ve ever seen.

6) Speaking of glasses, when i was little, my mom took me to the zoo and a monkey stole her glasses. I thought it was hilarious. (and still do)

7)Every few weeks i get the itch to move somewhere with Bad Boy and start all over.

Rule 3: Pass the award along to 15 bloggers who you have recently discovered and who you think are fantastic.

Erini- she makes me giggle and her writing is fantastic.

Cellar Door- Witty, insightful and a longtime reader/fellow blogger

Kitty- Again, an amazing writer

Erica- she’s fun and her blog is fresh

I would totally add Janie, but I don’t know if I can regift an award haha. I know I suck and there aren’t 15 people here, but I have trouble following that many blogs.