That's all

So evidently Hay-den won't be traveling this-a-way any time soon, and this depresses me. All of the people I know in Seattle are just wonderful, but they're profoundly not the wet puppies. (The stunning exception to this is Jeff, who leaves books that are really puppies in my bathtub, takes me to the ocean, and is, you know, the prize out of my box of cereal.)

I think that the problem is that I am such a highly affectionate person and I've not yet become comfortable with the people around me to display this. And I miss other people that are the same way. I miss how Sarah would kiss my forehead whenever she would get up to go to the kitchen or her bedroom or anywhere else. I miss that Andrea would bake me cookies and muffins and leave them on my doorstep while I was in class. I miss baking people cakes and writing them little notes on menus and straw wrappers.

Aich, I think this is a cheap ploy not to give me back my art book.

I could go on but I won't. Instead, I'm going to pout, and then I'm going to call Mark and see if he wants to go have a drink tomorrow. I'm going to quit my bitching and start cultivating the friendships that I'm makig here.

The thought of you

How does it always happen that whenever I start bitching about how much I hate a job, something always happens to make me feel bad about it?

Kelly spent a good 10 minutes just now telling me how glad she was that she hadn't fired me on my first day like she had planned..and how she's told everyone from her lawyer to her husband about how fab I am.

There was also something in there about a raise sometime and a promotion (?) but I think she was just pulling my leg.

Regardless, kids, the moral of the story is that I'm cooler than video games.