citrus on my fabric

What is it about a man in uniform that makes me feel so flustered?

This just happened.

Me, walking into Chipotle for a delicious burrito bowl. Two cute paramedics are in front of  me in line. I follow cute paramedic one (CP1) to the condiment table. I needed Chipotle Tabasco ASAP.

Me [reaching for Chipotle sauce]: Excuse me. Sorry for the reach.

Him [noticing that my scarf is in the lemons]: Your scarf is in the lemons

Me: What? Oh. Jesus!

Him: That sucks

Me: Yeah. Um. Er. I like lemons so it’s not so bad.

Him: Uh huh

Me: I mean, they smell bomb. I mean, they smell good. Not like a bomb. That doesn’t make sense. ::awkwardgiggle::

Him: Yeah. They do smell nice

Me: Well, got the sauce. Hurray! Heh heh heh….::voice trails off::

Him: Good work

He left ten minutes later because he got a call. I suppose this is a sign of what our lives would be like when we end up together. Not if, when. Because something tells me that if he didn’t think I was at least do-able he wouldn’t have informed me of the citrus on my fabric.

all my single ladies say heeeeyyyy

For any of you who have missed my Twitter/Facebook updates regarding my relationship status: I. AM. SINGLE.

Get in line, boys.

(Ex)Boyfriend and I decided to part ways the other night. It was a wonderful conversation and understanding. I love him always, and he loves me. It’s just not right anymore. After a few months, we’ll start talking again and build a friendship like we have with all of our other ex’s.

Down side: I have to move. It’s not the sadness that gets me – its the literal packing. I hate fucking packing. And i hate moving even more. I want to hire someone to come into the house and pack up my tiny little room and move it to my parents living room for me. Too excessive?

Up side: One of my old friends (and sorority sister) is also looking for a place. We are looking together now, and I could not be happier. She’s a fucking blast. Cigarette-smoking lezzie Nanny with an occasional dabble in burlesque dancing. She’s newly single as well. We have already decided to turn one room of our house into a dungeon. Perfect.

And, she’s hot and I get to see her naked. Double Perfect.

Last night we went out to a few bars with her friends, and I had the most fun I’ve had in a while. Can not wait to do it on the regular.

Until we get our place and start moving, I’m at the parents house. Which isn’t so bad since they spoil me rotten and I still have my old comfy bed.

And incase you were worried – I got the dog

Off to my old alma mater tonight for another sister’s 21er. Expect ridiculous Twitter messages.

someone punch me in the head asap!

I’m in a new realm of existence. A realm where I seep confidence out of every pore and am actually good at what I do. The problem with being good at what you do – is that people ask you to do shit.

I wouldn’t say that I’m lazy (at work) or that I don’t have drive. I wouldn’t even say I have a problem focusing. It’s more that I got used to being the girl that doesn’t know anything and has no power whatsoever to make decisions.

I like saying “Oh, I don’t know how to do that” or “What? I’ve never heard of such a thing” or my old standby “Who are you?”

Being the girl who doesn’t know anything leads me to not only get more one-on-one time with my superiors (who then get to know me better and who boast me as their mentee), but if people see me do something simple, I am suddenly excelling beyond their greatest expectation.

But this new job is so damn fun, and I love everyone I work with so much that I can’t help but do things right. Something must be done!

I either need to get a part time job that I know nothing about, or I need a massive blow to the head.

haven’t been this excited since ‘The Hills’ premiered!