Everytime I See You Falling
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- Second last day of nights. I'm off at midnight, and I've got a couple of bucks in my pocket in case I want to go out for a pint afterwards. The wise owl would suggest saving it for tomorrow's last night, but I'm hesitating on that one. I can handle going out for a pint or two only, if I know I'm working the next day. If I have a day off the next day, I'm apt to get home at 6 am again. Decisions, decisions.
- TV or not TV? that is the question. I'm thinking of getting it again after more than 6 years without. Lost, Spacetv, and Jeopardy. Should I go there again? The guilty pleasure would be another season of Survivor and the so-called controversy that may ensue.
- My boyfriend comes back to work after a month long vacation touring Europe with his girlfriend. (Don't ask, please.) I'm looking forward to hearing the details of the trip, the sights, and seeing the pictures he must have took.
- God, I'm pathetic. So he's not my boyfriend. I have, however, had a crush on him for more than a year now, and feel perfectly justified by thinking that the longevity of my crush outweighs her claim on him, as they've been going out for far less a time.
- Ha. And really, when I get right down to it, I don't even have a crush on him anymore, but can't help feeling that he's more than just a buddy at work, but no longer a love interest. It's not brotherly love either, it's just... stupid. I get along well with him now, I'm sure he realized at one point that I liked him, but it's all over and done with. But yes, I still refer to him as my boyfriend, occasionally.
- Whew. Enough of that. Aside from beer and boys, I've been spending a whole lotta time reading. Nothing elite, or even very popular, just trashy crime novels and pop fiction. I'm tearing through them, and though I don't think I've become a better person from reading them, I enjoy this type of reading because it takes me away from the boring shit at work. Nights are different from days, where calls come in constantly, and there's hardly any downtime. Nights give just enough time to read a couple of pages here and there. I can't take anything too deep as it's hard to follow with these constant interruptions. Magazines are good, but I'm pretty cheap. I don't really want to pay six bucks a pop on the latest from Britney, Lindsay and Paris. Or Tom, at that. But with paperbacks, I can pick up a half-dozen for under 5 dollars at the used shop next door to work. And then I can just bring em back, and trade them in for more. Can't go wrong, there.
- There are some things that I just don't want to know. I don't want indepth details about other people's relationships and sex lives. I don't want to know about the gruesome side of being a cop, a paramedic, or a doctor because I guess I'm kinda sensitive. I don't want to think too hard about the paranormal or religion and about the dark things that go with it. I don't want to hear excuses about why you can't do something.
- I love hearing about how people met each other. How people dig their jobs. How they find that thing that keeps 'em going, and about what made them succeed and survive. Some might say I have blinders on. I say that I just know what I like.