Sorely lacking motivation. When your friends are all teachers and all out of school for the summer, it can make for a wee bit of envy.

C is on her way to London and France, M is already in Paris studying to parle vou frances or something before she leaves us for two years to get her masters at Columbia. Because she smart like.

So W and I are left to entertain ourselves the next few weeks. Few months back I was having a hard time with her. She seemed to want to pick fights with me and she’s really not the best drunk. But things seem better. I’ve always done better with her one on one too. But she is demanding of time and doesn’t understand so well, “I just want to lay on the sofa and stare at the ceiling.” Considering I’ve got a pretty awesome letterbox style Victorian ceiling that isn’t as boring as it sounds.

Thinking a lot lately about how much my life has changed. All for the better. Sure, I’m a little sad Mr. Florida is gone…but I got to experience that, right? I live in a stunning apartment that everyone who walks into goes, “ohmygod, this place is so cool.” Even boys think the place kicks ass. Our place in LA? Shithole. Then there is the important stuff like friends and the fact that I get more play as a size 16 than I ever did when I was a 6. Which shocks me! But I’ll take it. (There I go trying to jinx myself again.)

Office mate is sick. Which means I’ll probably catch it. Taking time off around this office is no big deal – if you’re sick. Stay the hell home.

Did I mention I’m looking for a new job? Leaving this company scares me a bit. I love it. It’s cared for me and held me up. But. I can make more someplace else. And I need to make more. But I like the “work” itself. I dunno. I go thru moments of “I gotta get outta here” to “but I don’t wanna.”

Our marketing chic brought in chocolate cupcakes just now. It’s kinda hard to leave a place like that though.

So. On the boy front. I’m not as broken up about Mr. Florida as I thought. Last night he gave me a lot of the “I’ll miss you” and such. I feel he’s genuine. If he comes back, meant to be, if not then que sera. Also as a self-preservation tactic I’ve been picking apart the few things I don’t like about him…heah, whatever helps right. But that man has shoulders that slay me (he not only is built like a line backer, but was a line backer. Yum!)

One last thing…Before my friend C left she devised a brilliant plan! This cute boutique by my house has these adorable little owl charms that clip onto a necklace…the owl is going to become our Wh0re of The Week Award. Or “wow” award if anyone asks – it’s if you do something “outstanding.” W won this week for hooking up with two ex boyfriends. But C said I’m a close runner up for bringing home Hot Old Friend and then texting Mr. Florida soon as the guy walks out the door.

Can I just say I’m actually looking forward to sleeping by myself tonight. Except it is Pint Nite at the Living Room (local bar by another name but IS our living room) and I have been known to bring home Silent once or twice on a Pint Nite. All bets are off but holy lord do I need to wash my sheets. Nice, huh.