call me a bra because i’m here to support you and touch your boobs
As of today I’ve been back at the beach for a week. I don’t even really know how to feel about that, mainly because it’s felt like too long already. I arrived back around four on Monday, I helped my mother unpack the car and then went to see Tori. I wouldn’t have left immediately, but my family all had their own plans, so I figured it would be okay to have mine. Luckily I had Tuesday off of work too, I had a lovely day which included Sushi for the first time (it was delicious!!!). I began my usual gig as a medical receptionist Wed at 6:00 a.m. Ugh…I love it, but I hate it so much. The first day back at work flew by.
It was Thursday when everything went crazy:
-My beloved dog’s health has been declining since November of 2012. During his check up, the vet told us he had congestive heart failure and would die within a month. Then the next day, she redacted her hastily made statements, and instead told us he could possibly live for another year with medications.
-Three of the four doctors at the practice I work for, also my mother’s place of employment where she runs the medical side of things, have decided to leave in a month and open their own practice. They have asked her to join them, and run their new office, as they respect her immensely. She is completely torn, but she deserves such a great position.
Finally this all settled down. (except not really, because in reality my dog could die any second, and I might not have my job in less than a month, and neither will half a dozen other people, those who have families to support etc.)
On Friday, I surprised Tori with homemade pizza, something she had never had before! We indulged in the gastronomical pleasure while watching Gordon Ramsay’s “Kitchen Nightmares.” (great show everyone. Watch it.)
Saturday was one of the best days I’ve had in a very very long time. I was invited to attend the Greek Festival in downtown Norfolk. It was a really wonderful experience: the food was obviously one of the best parts, however getting to hear fantastic live music, and simply enjoy the atmosphere with my girlfriend was something that can’t be beat (plus, her family is pretty cool, and they’re all really goofy, so I sometimes don’t seem like such a loser around them).
We returned to VB to assist in baking traditional European Macarons. After the completion of this, I stopped by my house which was full of food, all from a party my parents had held for my father’s sailors, and only 6 of the expected 25ish had shown for….buuuut by that point we were hungry again, so it was an opportune moment! The rest of the evening was spent at Tori’s, with some privacy for once.
On Sunday, I graced Kevin with my presence at his sr recital. (joooooke, I was most obliged to have been invited!) I was able to see some of the most endearing and beautiful people I know, and it really made my heart flutter.
Today, Tori and I volunteered at the FoodBank. It’s going to be a regular thing, and I’m really excited!!!
I normally don’t type such a diary like thingy thing, but I was feeling very self pitying, and now that I typed it, I realized I am so lucky. My dog is not dead, and despite my cold, I am very lucky. Sooooooo, I really should not complain about my first world, privileged, white girl problems. Thank you for your help everyone!!
“you can’t wear that!!!! people will get the wrong impression!!!”
the impression that i am a hot babe with an ass that just won’t quit???? honey that ain’t wrong that’s just fact