Changes

Random things. Here we go:

• The boob is fine. Whew! Apparently, my boob tissue was just a bit built up and the caffeine was making it weird. I'm fine and the lump is slowly going away now that I've stopped drinking Cafe Bustelo (oh how I miss you...).
• I've had to discover a kinder, more gentle Trouble. That self centered bitchy thing that I've been rocking for the past few years? Not conducive to a healthy relationship, apparently. Now I have to be considerate and actually think about the things that come out of my mouth before I say them. Yeah, it's a process. Eggo is being remarkably patient but I know I frustrate the hell out of him. And I hurt his feelings sometimes (completely unintentional), so I'm trying to do better.
• Eggo is pretty much living with me now, so that means the cooking, cleaning, clothes and everything else has been doubled. For awhile I was doing it all. Oh no no no. That shit was NOT going to fly with me working two jobs. Eggo finally started jumping in and he even came up with a few ways to make it better and more efficient. Teamwork, bitches, is a marvelous thing. Now if I could only get him to clean up his fucking food and dishes RIGHT AFTER HE USES THEM instead of leaving it out for hours (I know you're reading this and I know that there is a glass sitting next to you on the table. PUT IT IN THE DISHWASHER, PUNK!). Ahem...
• I discovered why I stopped going to my parents' church. Those judgemental harpies cannot keep their supposedly holy pieholes shut. They did nothing but talk trash the entire day I spent with them. Now I'm no saint. I'm a sinner, everyday. Do I try to represent Christ all the time? Nope. Should I? Probably, yes. But at least I'm not a hypocrite. Nor am I two faced. I know that the second I walked away from a conversation, those old bitches could not keep my name out of their mouths. Actually, that's not true since those cows couldn't even remember my name (even though I grew up with them). Whatever. Also, I'm a failure to them. Why? Because I'm almost 30 and I'm not married and I don't have kids. I'm actually really proud of that. I chose to get an education and travel instead. That mean nothing to them because it's beyond their comprehension. As I was talking about the places I've been, one twat (this was the same bitch who said that black women belong with black men so she was clearly not intelligent) actually said, "You think that being as old as you are and without a husband or kids is something to be proud of? It's not!" When I recovered from the shock of her ridiculous statement, I let her have it. Being that these hens were so gossipy, I knew that she'd been a married man's mistress and dropped out of college. Once she was pregnant by him, she forced him into a divorce and married him herself, but not before he sent her to the hospital with a few bruises. Yeah...she's the one I should be taking life advice from. Did I mention that she was my adopted sister? I had no problem with telling EXACTLY what I knew about her and that I thought the way I decided to live my life was far better than the situation she was in. Jealous hag. Whatever.
• I actually spent the entire weekend with the family and the main thing I heard was how much weight I'd gained. Not a congrats on holding down so many jobs to attend school or pride in the fact that I'm rocking a 4.0 or how awesome it is starting up the after school ballroom program. Nope! Just that it's a shame that I let myself get so big. *sigh* Luckily, I'd already ascertained this and I've started a slightly vigorous training session. Six days a week, I wake up at 5 am to run a mile and a half and swim 10 laps. I'll increase as I go. Plus, once the ballroom program starts that will add on to my cardio and strength training 5 days a week. I'm hoping to drop 40 pounds by January, but since I'm pretty happy with my body and I just want to get in shape, I won't kill myself if I don't.
• Eggo has been great. We still bicker and there are fights but lately I've been noticing him making changes or trying harder to make me happy. Which then makes me want to do the same thing. This whole thing has been doubly difficult for us because we started living together so soon and we're both REALLY stubborn and set in our ways. This is taking time. A lot of time but at no point do I ever think about giving up and just being done with it. I either just decide to suck it up or to make a change on my end. Usually, he will listen and try to adjust accordingly, but when he doesn't I just deal with it. Why? Because I love him. And he loves me, even though it's really hard for him to show it sometimes, I don't doubt it when he tells me that. It's pretty awesome, y'all. And the sex? Still SO good. Be jealous...
• Work is work and it pays the bills. There have been a lot of drastic changes plus added responsibilities but no raises or extra pay. Stupid economy. But this job not only allows me to go to school and work in the after school dance program but they also give me kick ass benefits. So, even though I'll bitch and moan sometimes, I'm gonna stick around for a while. It's could be so much worse...
• I'll be 30 in less than a month. God help me. There are so many things I'd thought I'd have accomplished by now, but I confess to being waylaid by impulsive decisions at times. No real regrets, though. I've had an amazing decade filled with all the fun things a fabulous girl in her 20s could dream of: traveling all over the world, school, fun, booze, gorgeous men, fantastic friends, and lots of craziness that can only be excused by youth. Every gal should be so lucky! I'm hoping that my 30s will be a continuation of all of that, but with a lot of wisdom thrown in there. Here's to my last few weeks of my 20s! I rocked this decade!

That's all for now, mein liebchens. More later...