It was not intentional, life just got busier than normal (but maybe it's to be expected in my life, what with the holidays bring what they are?) and I stopped. And then stayed stopped for a good week or two. I let myself get wrapped up in the "coming back to it" post, rather than simply posting. I've had a lot going on recently and I wasn't sure what to write about. So I'll do a mishmash and just see where that gets me. That's how I seem to live my life, in any case.
New Years Resolutions
I didn't make any this year. I don't normally, but I always stop and consider what it would be if I wanted to take this resolution business seriously. This year is different because I made a serious life resolution in August and I'm not going to add anything on top of it, anything to distract me. I know what I need to do, what I've changed and what I need to keep changing.
(N.B. If all goes well, I will write a post about this particular resolution come the middle of February. It's a secret/not-a-secret/something-a-lot-of-people-have-already-guessed but whatever. Saying it aloud is difficult for me, so I have a specific time I want to SAY it.)
Kip Moore
I got a $25 iTunes gift certificate for Chrismakah and the only thing I have bought with it thus far is his album, Up All Night. I never buy music, much less full albums. I think the last three CDs I've bought have all been Mary Chapin Carpenter's and that is because she sings my soul and deserves my money. But I bought Kip's. I guess he's my new country music boyfriend.
(Though Blake Shelton will always be my country music husband, I don't give a shit about that Miranda TRAMPbert.)
My Robot
Yeah, I got an iPhone. Yeah, it's amazing. Yeah. maybe I'm a consumerist American piece of shit. I'll deal. I love my little robot.
Boys
Le sigh.
Being Sick
Kelly (my boss) and I got in a little fight about this yesterday.
The low down: I became severely ill the weekend before Christmas (later diagnosed as strep) and had to work a three show weekend through it, because, well, I had to. I flew home with a 101 degree fever, laid on my parent's couch and drank theraflu, came back to run a seven show week, blah blah blah - I was really sick for a whole week. Then I was better for three days and now I have a cold/fever/something.
Our fight yesterday this went like this:
Kelly: "I want you to not come in tomorrow."
Olivia: "Are you sure? I know that the Russians are open but Lost Boy is still in previews and - "
Kelly: "I want you not to come in tomorrow. Rest. Sleep. Get better. I'd tell you not to work but I know that I'm wasting my breath."
Olivia: "... ... ..."
Kelly: "You are going to work, aren't you? If I give you the day off?"
Olivia: "Not work work. Just paperwork. Stuff I can do in bed."
Kelly: "How about no work?"
Olivia: "... ... ..."
Kelly: "Right. Okay. Never mind."
Am I abnormal? There is just so much to do.
She was telling Sergey (my new gay Russian boyfriend) the other night that I have no life. I got a little indigent and cut her off saying, "Hey! I have friends! Just cause I don't take time for the boyfriend or pet I don't have doesn't mean -", which Kelly caught off by saying, "How are you supposed to get a boyfriend with your schedule?"
Okay, ouch, Zakis. Touche, but OUCH.
At least I have my country boyfriend.
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