Threw the bums a dime in your prime-didn't you?

With the job not being anything but suited to my particular personality I have little to report. Without trauma I am so predictable. Hell, with trauma I'm predictable-comforting even. I'm like a cozy blankie, a BooBoo Kitty and a nice cup of PG Tips on a rainy day with a Hallmark Hall of Fame TV Movie on telly.

(Pukes from the cute overdose. Pretends there isn't a DVD copy of Brian's Song on the shelf just waiting to be watched.)


So yeh, there's that. Went out for drinks last night with S. We hadn't been in any kind of contact since-May? Sometime around then. Lots of catching up-all very interesting. I must remember to make a mental note to never use any phrase involving the word 'skinny' around her. She actually said, I know not meaning anything "The white part I can agree with" in response to my comment that the woman at the Sect 8 office probably just saw me as an "over educated, skinny white girl." OK-moving on...
We had fun-it was nice to hang out and have a few drinks, eat some chips and dip, with no particular plans. It was nice until she started lecturing me about getting a better job or how I need to be more social and out-going and positive thinking and stuff. I'm glad it works for her and must I point out-I WAS being social. I'm trying to get myself to a place where I can decide to make changes (or not) from a rational and reasonable perspective. Some people seem to feed-thrive-need people around them-to reinforce their place in the world. I do as well-in small doses and at my discretion.
C'est la vie. I'm not going to hold that we disagree on what's best for me against her.

Nothing else today-off tomorrow. Work Sat. Off Sunday. A pattern emerges.