What is up with all the crap on my shirt??

I am a spiller. I am a messy, messy person and I can't seem to keep anything I try to consume to actually stay in my mouth entirely. It is the darndest thing.

Up until about 4 hours ago I was not in a good space. I was in a foul mood, I must say. I was pretty bitter and pissed off and feeling like the whole world could end and I wouldn't care, blah blah blah... ya know, that kinda stuff. I have to say, either my meds just kicked in or my funk has lifted cuz I am doin' pretty damn well now.

I just asked my boss for a raise and had a little one-year review. We agreed we love eachother and discussed our flaws and faults. We expressed our joy for working together. We laughed, we cried, it was the feelgood meeting of the summer. Then I asked for money and she said she has to chat with the CFO. At least she knows how much $$ I want so it should come out ok, I think.

I realize that there are people out there in the world who are perfect for me. Now I am not trying to find some perfect romantic love, by any means, but there are people in all aspects of my life who fit me like a freakin' glove. Friends, family, boys, girls, cats, dogs, co-workers, bosses, neighbors, muni drivers, everything. There are all these people out there who just click with me and I freakin' love it. I also love realizing it. I love that moment of interaction (phone, IM, email, actual live conversation) when you just kinda say thanks to whatever for making sure you have this person in your. Huh. That might be the most spiritually based thing I have ever said. Aside from my haftorah.

I miss the blog. I love the blog. I love that you are all trapped, reading this, not knowing where it might go or if it will ever end. Is it the power? Is it the attention? Is it the procrastinating? I think I might be an oversharer. I am a verbal exhibitionist.