for evs... because i'm a dick

sorry about the hiatus for anyone that reads this dribble, but i've been SEVERELY depressed. at any rate, it turns out that best boyfriend times is just the best. period. but i'll get to that in a minute. so, we totally got the boar's head (king henry) from my last post and i'm too lazy to post pictures right now. he's amazing. and we got a maid who we have to fire, but back to that in a minute. she's also amazing. and a new sound system is coming in today because boyfriend's is shit. the music blares so loud i want to rip my head off and then i can't hear any dialogue at all. i'm kind of hating the shit out of natalie portman right now after watching "closer" again last night for the first time in years. it's because i'm a dick. after getting so thin for "black swan" (oh fuck! i wish i were 24 again. that was MY body, but i have bigger tits). anyway now i'm fat and i hate her for not being keeping herself that thin... pregnancy be damned. good god, i am a bad person. this is the first time i've projected my own body issues on to someone else this way. "black swan" just totally fucked me up i guess. WAY too close to home. i still wish i was fucking dancing though. the point is that i also got hair extensions from boyfriend for valentine's and they are pretty tits... i think. i'm still feeling it out. so, why would i be depressed with all this awesome shit? because of my fucking job. more specifically because of my fucking supervisor who told me that i work "at his pleasure". the fuck, right? fuck that fuck. at any rate, we had this discussion because basically i am REALLY genuinely good at my job, but i won't do the bullshit busy work crap he asks for and, as an anal-retentive micro-managing fucktard to top all other fucktards past, present and future, he tells me that i can a) really commit to my position (read: do his bullshit busy work and answer correctly when he asks me every fucking week in our fucking unbearable meeting if i "have any praise" for him... for real y'all... this shit is going down) and let him meet with me daily to see a 1/2 breakdown of my entire day, so he knows what i'm doing (KILL ME), b) admit that i am not competent and take a huge pay cut, as well as be shuffled around the office or c) quit and work part-time until i find something new. PUH-LEEEEEEZE. like he'd live up to c. whatevs. i'm currently the editing consultant for the research and development department at one of the biggest pathology labs (ever?) and it should go permanent by july (fingers crossed and st. jude candles lit). so, best boyfriend times is all, "do whatever you want, baby. we'll cut back expenses, let sue go (our amazing cleaning lady) until you get things settled and i'll take care of us". oh my fucking shit, that man is AMAZING. seriously. so, next week when my "boss" and i meet again i'm going to replace options a,b and c with options 1 and 2: 1) i work part time- mon through wed- and work on what *I* think is important while coming in fulltime for proposals as needed, or 2) force him to fire me and milk the unemployment. so, yeah... i'm kind of going to be a kept woman for a bit unless a shitton of editing comes in, which would be ideal and also the maid. i'm so cool with that. sucks that we have to push the engagement ring back again to do this, but i'm pretty thrilled that i will not be considering bashing into a barrier or driving into oncoming traffic every goddmaned day anymore. guy is going to be bummed about daycare, but i'll still take him at least once a week just to see his buddies. so, that's what's going on and shit. oh, and best boyfriend times is still going to pay for the upkeep of these damn hair extension. he's a fucking saint.