*sigh*
Taxes suck.
I get money back from Ohio.
And from the federal government.
BUT
I still owe over 600$ to the great state of Indiana.
I guess I’ll be pulling THAT out of my ass.
For the past six weeks or so, Sunday night has been TACO BELL night.
As I go to work my third shift shit job, I stop and pick myself up some
yummy, yummy tacos and burritos. It is cheap and delicious.
However, the first night I stopped at the local Taco Bell, I noticed
that the night time manager who works every single night I’ve stopped
there happened to be a kid who graduated high school with me. And not a
nice kid…but the kid who used to flick boogies at people…the kid
who was stupid enough to steal computers from the school library and
then go in the next day and ask the computer teacher for the
software….
The last few weeks, he has always looked at me very quizzically as I paid him.
Last night, he finally says to me…”Do I know you?”
And I say: “Yes. We graduated together.”
He says: “Oh…where have you been since then?”
“I went to grad school….I just moved home.”
“Oh? I don’t suppose you’re single?”
“Wha….er…uh…um….no. I am seeing someone up in Fort Wayne.”
“Oh.”
*sigh*
I guess I shall not be stopping at Taco Bell on Sunday nights anymore.
I’d like to think that he’s grown up past the booger flipping
stage…but I really don’t know that I would trust someone who I just
turned down to cook my food….
I work with a young man of approximately 22.
He seems nice, relatively normal (for small town Americana) and of about average intelligence.
What is odd about him is the fact that he’s a virgin, never even been
kissed and doesn’t seem shy about it —- and it’s not for religious
reasons. He’s interested in girls…just seems unmotivated to go any
further than the “hey, let’s hang out” stage that middle schoolers seem
to revel in. (Or at least they did when I was in middle school…my 14
year old sister was telling me stories about kids who are having sex in
middle school – literally IN the middle school! – so things may have
changed just slightly since I was last there…back to the story
though).
The guys at work, of course, mock him. And so do I. Probably not very
nice. But at 3 or 4 in the morning, I don’t so much care and he gives
as well as he gets most of the time.
However, yesterday evening (my evening, you were all probably in bed
sleeping as it was just after 230 in the morning) ages at which
virginities were lost was being discussed and one of the older guys I
work with claimed he was 13 when he did his babysitter (who was 16)
just because his mom told him not to have sex. So I asked him (the
older guy) how much help she had to give him (seriously, how many 13
year old boys would know what to do with such equipment?).
“Lots of help…but I had lots of enthusiasm.” he says
“Did she have to draw you a picture?” I say
“Not quite.” he replies
“That’s good.” I said, “I hate it when you have to draw the guy a picture.”
Five minutes and several conversations later, the 22 year old suddenly looks at me and says:
“Kelly?”
“Yes?”
“Were you serious about having to draw pictures? I mean, it seems like that would be really, you know, awkward…”
(cue laughter, much of it from people with three kids by three different people and no teeth)
“Well, not entirely.” I said, “But sometimes, I think that would have helped.”
“Oh.” he is quiet for a moment, “Couldn’t they just look at the kama sutra?”
At this point, another guy joins in, I’ll call him car guy (he totaled
out his car on purpose to get a new one from his insurance company).
“Nah.” he says, “It’s like driving a car, you don’t want to dive right into a race car and do 100mph.”
“Yes,” I agree, “You want to start out in something easy and slow — like a go-kart.”
***
This same guy (the young one, not car guy) is also amazed by the fact
that I have bicep muscles. I was showing off my guns when I refused his
help to carry boxes (empty) to my car while I was packing to move.
In this vein, I was complaining about how I gain muscle fairly easily and it makes me feel overly manly, etc, etc, etc….
He suddenly looks at me (primarily at the chestal region) and blurts
out “But you don’t have any problems in the, you know, with the girl
things!”
Then he turned red, muttered something and scrambled away.
***
I think the above stories may be much more interesting at 3am.
***
Unpacking continues to go well.
I’ve found everything I was missing except my bathtub mat…so let’s
just hope I don’t slip and fall and break something important before I
can find it.
I’ve also started the dreaded list of things that I need…it just keeps getting longer.
However, as a positive, I am PURGING. And I mean serious purging…I’ve
already filled two rubbermaid tubs at least – though half of that is
twin sets of sheets that I’ve determined I really don’t need (not that
anyone ever really needs greater than 20 sets of twin sheets…unless
they run a hotel).
I’m debating some things to keep or to toss.
Like my fondue pot.
And the 5 full size comforters. I really think TWO is reasonable….
move in successes:
- Kitchen is approximately 90% unpacked
- Bathroom is entirely unpacked but not yet decorated unless you count my shower curtain
- Living room is about as done as it ever was…it’s looking kinda naked though, even though there are 2 loveseats in it
- I found my hex keys so I can reassemble my Ikea chairs
- I found my good lingerie that I thought I lost
move in failures:
- spilling salt, coke and couscous on the floor in that order all in less than 2 hours
- I have beaters but no handmixer, my blender is absent as is my
bathtub mat and also the doohicky that allows me to hook my old old tv
up to the three other doohickies that come off of a dvd player
- I haven’t touched my bedroom except to make the bed – there are still
a kajillion books in the way of everything else, including my clothes
I’m hoping to finish the everything, except maybe the books by
Thursday…I am going to have to see if I missed a box somewhere out in
the barn that contains my missing items or if I just threw them out and
forgot that I threw them out
most of my stuff is moved into my new apartment
though the cats won’t be in until tomorrow when i pick them up
i have couches and a bed and though next to nothing is unpacked, it does seem fairly homey already
it is a damn nice apartment
it was a very busy weekend
but things are damn damn good in my life right now
somedays, I really am a girl
I just bought new slippers at walmart ($1) – they are red, shiney and have butterflies on them
I also bought a new shower curtain that I refuse to describe, because it is awfully girly but not pink though (yet?).
but I also bought The Incredibles…that’s not so girly
though I did buy pants with words on the butt, which might cancel out the non-girly aspect of the movie
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