Sooooo unlocked. Why bother. But then I just dank a bottle of Spanish Rose’ so eh.

I have internet now at home, somehow…not sure what connection I’m picking up but I’ll take it. Thanks…whoever you are.

Let’s see.

I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend who is 28. Very cute. The “Truck Driver” from previous entries if anyone has been following along and I don’t know why you would be because I wrote never.

Mr. Football just texted. However. We’re now friends. He lives in Chico.

So. Yeah, The Boy is great and sweet and while I don’t know if it is love it’s good companionship.

Still have the friends but I’ve backed away. I’ve been taking back my time. Was far too taxed with the social stuff for a while.

Work is great. I negotiated more time off in lieu of a raise because I like my time. I love my time. But next year better get an f’in good raise.

Oh. And. I’d like to introduce the LOVE OF MY LIFE…

I bought a MINI Cooper. This car is my baby. My love. Mi amore.

See, here’s the story…I’d wanted something more professional. After I’d borrowed my boss’ car to pick up a candidate (I do some recruiting) at the airport because mine was embarrassing I decided I might want to get something…oh….nicer.

I looked at lots of very nice gray sedans. Saabs. Volvos. VWs. My heart said, “eh.”

Drove down with The Boy to Santa Rosa to look at GTI that was a great price. I was, again, “eh.” But then, to the right of the GTI was this red and white MINI with white racing strips, two sunroofs (TWO!!), five speed, leather…the adorable hotness of this car cannot be put into words. Just. It’s like why we buy Benefit make-up. Right? The PACKAGING.

Now I’m in Debt (yes, with a capital D) for the next bazillion years. But I can’t look at it without smiling.

It’s Saturday and I don’t want to go out. I don’t even want to return calls. Oy.