Written at 2:30 this afternoon
So I'm at work hidden in my secret place. Oh the stockroom, so many nooks and crannies. I've been trying and trying to find the time to update here but I'm always too exhausted when I get home. I figure work owes me some d-land time since it's the sole reason I've been slack with the entries lately.
Work is silly. It's time for another new job. There is far too much drama and bullshit to deal with for a minimum wage job. The 4:30 a.m. mornings are starting to take their toll. Ally and I are working together so no one is allowed to know about our relationship and I have to deal with leering middle age men (we work at a hardware store). I’m not a huge fan of playing it straight but if I dropped the L bomb people put manage to figure out that Ally and I are more then "just friends" which would potentially get us fired.
Speaking of the L bomb..... The L Word sucks this year. A show written by lesbians for lesbians and they still won't let anybody be happy. So much for mass media sabotage. We're sabotaging ourselves.
Ally and I are moving out together. Not just abstract, sometime in the future moving out. There's a date (March 15) and an apartment (beautiful downtown heritage home with giant bay window overlooking the harbor) and a roommate (L of all people). Ally's mom is over the moon about it all. Ally's dad asked, "Was it something I did?” My parents are not yet in the know.
I did tell my little sister. I think she understands that there are 3 people and 2 bedrooms. I never know for sure what she picks up on. We do most of our talking in my car during the 20-minute drive home. Last night I told her about the move. Next week I'm going to flat out ask if she knows and Ally and I are a couple. It's time. She's 16. She's ready.
Okay, I've managed to burn an hour in my secret hideout. Someone just walked right by me. I should go back to work before I get fired.
Nicole