I Am Your Mind Giving You Someone To Talk To

All right folks, prepare yourself for some crazy psychobabble...

More and more, I feel like my life has been split into two distinct worlds; the Then World and the Now World. I love my life in the Now World, and wouldn't trade it for anything, but I seem to have lost all but a handful of my dearest friends from the Then World. What gets me the most is that I can pinpoint the exact moment when the two worlds were split. I can't talk about that to anyone though because then I get these messages telling me I need to get a life and that I am a liar. I just miss my friends. I am finally out of exile (the time I lived with my in laws) but there's no one there anymore. I feel forgotten, like maybe I never really existed to them. I am at the happiest point in my life so far, but I don't have any of my old friends to share it with. I know I am partly to blame for not keeping in touch as well as I should. And huney (I know he is reading this) I love you like rabies but I miss my girlie friends. That's all I have to say about it, I guess.

Ugh, it's hot here today... At the same time I am trying to enjoy the warmer weather because I know that in two months it'll be crappy weather again, unless we have an Indian Summer.

Some days I love my office, and the people I work with. Other days I hate them all (except my BFF Renee) and wish I could just be at home. It's a small business and is very much like a family, we bicker, bitch and moan just like any family. We grieve when anyone of us suffers pain. We are happy when good things happen to us in and out of the office. If the job itself weren't so stressful I would never see myself leaving (plus Renee threatened to haunt me should I ever leave her there). And if the pay were better. Someday though I may leave, especially if I can find a job with Collin's company.

Working in collections there is obviously tons of over the phone interaction between us and the debtors, and it always amazes me the insane difference between the pictures we have in our head of what the person on the other end of the line looks like, and what they really look like. This is especially true of the athletic club accounts we get. Like today there was a guy who on the phone had a deep rough voice, we (Renee and I) imagined he would be about average heighth but built like a body builder. WRONG! He was prolly about six foot five and skinny like a bean pole. It's just crazy.

Well Collin is back with the Chinese (it is way too hot to cook). Yum!

Oh, and Kristina, I miss you like I am going to miss my left kidney when I sell it on the black market so that I can come and visit you and Emmy!!! I love you!