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I didn't realize it had been so long since I'd written in here. There's been so much that has happened, and I've been internalizing. As I am wont to do. So, here's as much of it as I can write down.

The main squeeze and I broke up. Twice. We are still living together, and plan on living together for the next year. It's easier for our son, easier for both of us, and it's just the decision that works best for us. I hope, anyway. It's hard, for me anyway, to live with him right now, since I miss physical intimacy more than I ever could have anticipated. And I'm not talking about just sex, though I miss sex as well. I miss cuddling and hugs and smooches and sleeping next to someone and it's kind of emotionally wreaking havoc on me. But I'd miss it more if I lived alone, so....whatever, I guess.

I quit my job, and my last day is next Friday the 18th. I cannot stand it there anymore. It was giving me agida. I tried to talk myself out of it, but on a particularly rough day, I just fucking snapped and put in my month's notice. I gave them a month because I'm a kind girl, and I hate feeling like I'm leaving anyone in a lurch, even if those particular anyones are soulless, bloodsucking, dream stealing cuntwads. Because of major event number one, my plans had changed regarding major event number three, soon to follow. I had to ask them for my job back with shortened hours. I was supposed to know last Monday and have yet to hear anything, despite my prompting them for an answer. So, I've been under the assumption they are too cowardly to tell me they won't let me keep my job and I should just find another, so I've been avidly job hunting. Nothing fruitful has really shown up. I sent in my resume and was asked to come formally apply to one position (which would involve a three dollar an hour raise), and I haven't heard anything back. But it's only Tuesday, and I applied Friday. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

I start cosmetology school in a month and a half, and I couldn't be more excited. I've always wanted to do this for myself, and I'm finally going to. Hooray!

I lostt a very dear friend, but the truth is, I'm not fucked up over it at all. So I guess all I can gather is she wasn't very dear at all. I suppose it's a shame, but life is too short to be sad over something like this. Not everyone I befriend sticks around. Shit happens.

Allen and I move into a three bedroom townhouse in three days. It's fantastic, and I love it.

We got a new kitten, her name is Fella. She's stupid and adorable.

My very very very bestest friend in the whole wide world ever will have her baby in less than a month, and I couldn't be more excited.

And finally, I like someone, I think. He makes it more complicated than it has to be, even though he says he likes me a lot. It's so easy sometimes to generalize and say I hate men. But it's a lie. I fucking adore them.

That's the nutshell.