Imagine me and you, and you and me, so HAPPY together...

This is me holding you in my arms and telling you that I love you, Cindy.
"I love you."
I might whisper, "take off your pants," after that, but this blog is not X rated, so you'll just have to fill in the blanks.

Mmm, so some good news. I may be getting a job at the hospital...! I know, right? I'm all giggly and bouncy and shit, too. I will be way too excited all the time, which could be good, or destructive, who knows?

Trying to figure out where to live, don't really have anywhere in mind, everything is expensive, and I have bad credit (who doesn't these days?)

Cindy convinced me not to see He's Just Not That Into You. Which is a bummer because I was going to see it. I'm really excited for Confessions of A Shopaholic, that comes out Friday. I have read all the books, Becky Bloomwood (nee Brandon, as she likes to say) is my personal hero. Or one of them

Work tonight sucked so much balls. We were slow around six, so I assumed I would have plenty of time to get my stuff done before we closed, so I didn't rush. Read about getting perfect abs and what not. And then we were slammed! Drawers didn't get counted down until nine! (when we closed).
It was awful, and then, I'm dead tired and just want to sleep, but Colbie needs her nightly walk. She hasn't been eating lately, so Nick and I have been taking her on these long, three mile walks to wear her down, so she sleeps all night, and is so hungry she'd eat a baby bear. Right now she's passed out on my jeans. Nice, Colbie.

Dexter update! Does anyone else thing Miguel Prado has somethings up his sleeve? Seriously, no one is THAT COOL when they learn their best friend is actually a serial killer.
Just wait until he finds out Dexter actually killed his brother, and not Freebo like everyone thinks. Because Dexter killed Freebo, too. Miguel knows that part though.
Anyway!

Not a lot to report. Nick and I are playing tennis tomorow. I'm not very good, but getting better!
yay!

-Embee