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My Life Thus Far
2007-07-27 07:02:42 (UTC)

His Tantalizingly Yummy Man-Smell

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Recovery is, sometimes a long road. But take heart and
keep the faith. Know that at the end of the dark tunnel
there is a light. The answer lies within you, in the
spirit with which you brave the battle. The pain and
suffering are not you, but only a part of you.

Josie Willis

And an added bonus...

...Let your inner glow radiate outward...Feel your power
from within as opposed to trying to suck it from
others...

-An excerpt from my horoscope. It just fit me so well.

I had a darn good day. Yesterday was just a hiccup,
because today was fine. I have not sunk back into the
black hole that is depression. I think I'm finally able to
see the end of the tunnel (as described above). Depression
can't be "cured" like a disease (at least not in my case,
my brain is permanently damaged), but I can live with it
and live well. I think I'm headed toward that goal.

Work went by really fast. As I expected and is usually the
case, it was just me and a manager opening this morning. I
like it that way, because there's more for me to do. When
there's a bunch of girls working and not may clients,
there isn't much to do. Morning are generally slow. I
prefer mornings, although I'm perfectly capable of
handling a busy afternoon shift, too.

I did something major today. Something I've been wanting
to do for awhile, but couldn't. I retired the Coach bag.
As much as I love Coach. I need to be willing to carry
other things. So, I bought a $15 PINK bag at work. It's
bright yellow on the outside with big pink polka dots on a
white background on the inside. I really like the way it
looks. It's not a Coach, but it's my second
love...Victoria's Secret. That's probably the only reason
I'm willing to carry it. I've still got my Coach wallet
inside of it though. Snookums said I have to go back to
carrying the Coach bags after he gets home, because he
spent good money on them and he wants other people to know
I'm spoiled. He isn't helping with my personal growth,
here.

After work, I went to the gym. The big-people gym, without
the girls. I put on my Ipod and spent an hour on the
elliptical, burning 1020 calories. It went by so fast.
Partly because of the good-smelling man on the treadmill
in front of me. The wind generated by his jog wafted his
tantalizingly yummy man-smell towards me and kept me going
like a rabbit chasing a carrot on a string. I spent a good
40 minutes of my workout trying to figure out what cologne
he was wearing. It smelt familiar, but I couldn't put my
finger on it.

When I was finished working out, I still had some time
before I needed to pick up the girls, so I washed the car!
Aren't I just an overachiever? I did the inside a few days
ago, but I didn't have time to finish the outside, so
today I washed it and put some spray wax on it. After I
got the girls to sleep (and the sun had gone down) I went
out and finished up the details. I was pissed. A bird had
pooped on the side of the car. The car has never been
pooped on since I've parked there. Why did it happen on
the day I washed it? It better not happen again. Anyway, I
washed the windows, cleaned the wheels, put Armor-all on
the trim and tires. It looks so good now. I love a clean
car. Now if only I could keep it that way! Ciao




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