Catching up

I neglected this again but so much stuff going around it's hard to follow even myself. Last week and this week was crazy, as in a totally and absoulutely way. Let's start with last week.


I quit my job and no I didn't hurt my boss, we seperated as friends. I quit because they couldn't pay and I can't afford that. I mean just because the office got 2 hard months that shouldn't cause such a thing. Not to mention we would have gone to Italy next month and I got a feeling we wouldn't have gotten money because of that again.


This sudden change caused some problems, such as I got a really nasty melt down at Tuesday. I almost did something extremely stupid but somebody saved me. I had to talk to somebody and went to one of my friends, Kitty because I knew she would understand and she did. God bless her, she ordered me to talk to another friend of us. So this guy, Danny... Well, we met not so long ago and get along perfectly from the very first moment. I couldn't be more grateful for him. He talked and talked, reasoned, pleaded, even begged to stop me. He needed a whole night but he managed to convinse me not to do such a stupid stuff.


Talking of which... Damn man, I'd better be careful, or I will fall for him and he's trouble with capital. Such a smooth talker, and caring, and confident, sarcastic, smart and all those tattoos... Our friends are having fun watching us because we are like the cat and the dog. There's undeniable chemistry and fire between the two of us. I really do have to fight not to go further, especially after one of our little argument ended up with me against the wall... How fortunate Kitty stepped in the room at the perfect moment, only God knows what would have happened otherwise. (well, okay, everybody knows what would have happened) I can't go down that road. I know he doesn't want anything now. No wonder after two engagements he isn't in the mood for anything serious. And that's okay, two adults enjoying each other's company, just having fun. I only have to remember the fun part is the keyword.

And the most important. *DRUMS* My Dad got out!!!!! I almost dropped the cell when his lawyer called and said it was time to celebrate. I couldn't believe, I went totally crazy. I'm so happy he's out. And of course now his friends are all like "I wanted to help but didn't know how", yada, yada and my Dad falls for them. Whatever, I don't give a damn. If he wants to believe them, then do so, it's his life not mine.

I guess that's all for now. Be bad, y'all.