Holiday...

I feel so grown up for the following reasons:
1) I bought stamps last week.
2) I mailed a thank you card three days ago - yes it was to my mother, but it still counts.
3) I payed off a debt (quite possibly again to my mum).
4) I'm in the market for a mattress....I'd like a Stearns and Foster Euro pillow top, but Lord knows Starbucks doesn't really pay enough for me to enjoy that unless I get it from the black market (if anybody has an uncle or something let me know).
And last, but certainly not least
5) I'm going on Holiday next week for the first time in my life! So excited....
I've never been to NYC, and the gay love of my life lives there now. Not only does he live there, but he's dancing in The Met's new production of Un Ballo in Maschera which is one of my favorite Verdian operas.
EEEEEK!

Foot in Mouth and Freaking Out

A gentleman caller I've been speaking with told me he started seeing someone....and I took my time to respond aside from "Well that's wonderful. Good Luck!" and thinking that they've already set the path to marriage or are somehow much more than he alluded to. He asks if what were/are (use your vivid imagination) is done. I said no and that I assumed that was the reason he was telling me....he replies "no" and something about honesty. Being the brilliant person I am, I asked if she cared. He said she doesn't really know (where's the truth in that?).
So I stew for a couple of days until last night, whilst a bit tipsy, I go into some rant via email on how I understand married people seeing a call girl but not beginning a relationship and keeping someone to fuck on the side. May have been super intense...definitely scared him off. (Not that I should care, but I'm so tired of being the other woman. It's exhausting! And I'm starting to feel like that's all I'm good for...like nothing I feel or think matters to another person - I guess that's kind of the point though...)
Two Points Me...I guess.

Fraud...

Somehow someone in California withdrew $503.00 from my account...dying! Smooth criminal for certain...because I've never lost my bank card, haven't been in California for twelve years, and have never given my pin to anyone.
Hmmm.