25...fuck you!

So, here I sit in Bri's living room, after being jolted awake by my cell just over a half an hour ago. Sometimes I really dislike the fact that I can rarely sleep more than eight or so hours at a time. It's almost like I never got that one part of being a teenager that everyone else is just growing out of...sleeping for hours and hours and hours on end; I've just never done it. The only time I sleep more than normal is when I'm sick, or after staying up all night (like the crazy one I am). Even then, I never sleep more than nine or ten.

Aaaannnnddd...The Jehovah's Witnesses just showed up looking for Armin. I'm pretty sure I should've just not answered the door. But hey, I can lie my face off if need be: "Is there an address where my wife and I can come and visit you?"..."No, I'm sorry, I'm from Red Deer and I'm just here for the weekend, visiting friends."..."Well, what a coincidence, I have relatives in Red Deer, whereabouts do you live there, so I can have them come and see how you're doing?"..."Actually, we're just in the middle of moving right now, and I'm not sure of the new address quite yet, sorry." All said with a sincere look and a smile for kindness.

I'm a horrible person, lying to the religious. He started talking to me about how I should be mindful with violence against women, and the only thoughts going through my head were 'and here I am, there's two of you and one of me...' and of course the 'if anything happens that you don't like, just come talk to me and I'll deal with it accordingly' from Devin on my first day of work. He's protecting me, and I know it. The part of me that's always existed and taken charge when dealing with things like this just wants to kick and scream and fight it with all my might...you know, the "No! I can do this on my own! Don't help me. Ever. No touchy!" But the part that I'm letting take control this time is my seemingly non-existent submissive side. The side of me that just wants to be hugged and loved and protected. It's weird, being the only girl most of the time. I already know that I'm being protected by at least two of the staff (one of whom is definitely my boss), and I think I like this feeling of safety. The guys are really nice to me, which is a nice change from the ignorance I faced at Montana's. I've also already heard things that I'd care never to hear again, and some things that made me actually laugh harder than I have in weeks. I love my job, I actually love my job. And I heard something from the (really cute) gay waiter last night that made me think.

"Is that your sexy pose for your new kitchen woman?"




Is it bad that I think I might like my boss? DUH.