I was kind of wondering about him today. Before I moved here, a girlfriend who believes in signs and wonders and likes to farm her dreams for meaning told me she had feeling I would meet my Mr. in Philadelphia. Somewhere between her and her mother, my Mr. was provided in a vision wearing a brown shirt and it messed with my mind in the same way reading horoscopes at the beginning of the day did when I was teenager.
Knowing this time next year I will be somewhere else, I've indulged in some magical thinking about the time that remains and have decided my magic lies somewhere at the UPS store near my house. My dog has been trying to go in that store since we moved here for reasons unknown, there are likely to be men in brown milling about, I took shelter inside the door well of the UPS store after breaking my ankle, and it is located on the same street that I have twice found significant sums of money. So there. It's a done deal. I may as well get cracking on the seating arrangements.
I was reminded today of why I refused to have weight loss goals while looking through photos on my camera. Why are you so hurtful camera? One good full body shot would be...I don't even know, merciful, encouraging, impossible?
I keep having recurring daydreams of my ex-boyfriend showing up at my office and trying to kill me. Literally haven't communicated with or seen the man in over 7 years. Of course my ninja always prevails but they are kind of disturbing daydreams.
I asked my boss if he was high today after he asked me to do his work (again). I'm probably getting too mouthy for my own good. It's just easier to be tart and incredulous than actually air my grievances and really lay into him. He doesn't have the attention span for that. Even if he does, I can't see investing the energy. I already invest too much of my energy and attention on him. Simply because he's my best friend at work and might be my favorite person in Philadelphia. To be fair, he doesn't have particularly stiff competition, but it's still sad that I miss him when he's not in the office. I think he misses me too. I don't think he really needs me as much as he bugs me-he just wants an excuse to talk to me. He-he. Cracks me up. I think it makes a huge positive difference to have a best friend at work. Lucky for him, I'm also a good assistant to the manager. What do they say? If you're called to be a servant, don't stoop to be a King? I'll just take that and run with it until I decide to take a run at the crown.
Speaking of best friends, I think I'm going to stop using that designation. It was important when we were younger and in peer groups where it just seemed natural to award those titles but as an adult, I think you can honor the sense of history you have with someone without burdening them with the title and expectations of a best friend. Nevermind the caveated introduction 'best friend from high school/college/basic training/Colorado/Maryland...etc). As it stands, those of us who live like gypsies are bound to fall in love over and over again with someone everywhere we hang our hat. Some of those connections last. Some don't. Truly its damn lucky to have more than one person you might consider your best friend for any part of your life. I am that kind of lucky. My collection of best friends are amazing.
My sister mentioned they are looking to harvest eggs from women for use with infertile couples. They being the hospital she works for. They of course pay for them but it appealed to me because things are just not looking good for ol Ava on the will she/won't she live happily ever after with Mr. and damn it if I'm not already 35. So just knowing a piece of me is out there and that further, I helped someone who had everything else, fill this desire, really appeals to me. I have a vague recollection of hearing somewhere that it's worth every cent they pay you because it is NOT a pleasant process but I think it would still be kind of cool. Or weird and creepy. Really vacillating on this one.
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