Not my bed. But bed nonetheless.
So last night, I went out like a rockstar. I was dancing on stage all night. Getting drinks bought for me. Getting called nicknames by the bartenders. You know. Rockstar. I kinda decided that I might be an awesome dancer.
Then I went back to MIKE's apartment to sleep. We left my car because I was, as he put it, "wiggidy wasted". We passed out without much fanfare (which was ok because I was exhausted).
This morning, neither of us wanted to get out of bed. We just kept cuddling and rolling around. Finally, we get out to his car. He can't find his cell phone. We freak out for a minute and then he goes back inside to find it stuffed in the pocket of his coat.
Drive back to my car. Visibly from a distance, something is wrong. My window is popped out of the track and is mostly open. Looking in, my stuff has been riffled through but all in all everything is there. They took maybe a handful of change. I need to make sure that they didn't get ahold of an old bank statement or something. Everything seemed fine. They left my shoes, a comforter, and my precious irreplaceable sunglasses.
Work sucked big time tonight. Bitchy customers. I almost went Office Space on a couple of the machines. I can't believe how finicky some of the machines are. I was pissed. The only thing that got me through the shift was my co-worker taking most of the customer interaction and text messages from friends.
So what this means is that I have to get my window fixed before I can go to Connecticut. I don't know how much this will cost, but now I feel a lot more vulnerable. I feel unsafe.
Things are going very well with this boy. He knows what I need to do and he is jealous of my ex's. I think its precious. MIKE wants me around as much as possible but knows that I'm super busy. I think I will miss him while I'm away.
Super excited about getting away from St. Louis. I need some time away from this city. Kempf might come up to visit (which is awesome). I had a rough day but a pretty awesome week. I just hope that Sunday wasn't the beginning of a bad week. Hopefully it was just an off day. Time to go home and fix my car by taping a trash bag over the crack so that it doesn't rain in. Ghetto anyone?