Monday 18 October 2010

Bone Picking

Since joining the Agnency management side of things I have become boggled with a certain phenomenon. There are two types of girls the good girls and the wild childs. I had always considered myself a wild child, but considering the business the bar for wild child goes up severly and even I no longer qualify. The good girl is a fun girl, she parties, she fucks, she chills, and she can get loud, but at the end of the day she still has a good head on her shoulders, and knows how to turn it all off and just be. The wild child will party, will drink, and then not show up to work the next day because she slept through her alarm. Or when she does show she is late, tired, and haggard. Which then means that she needs another half an hour to make herself look like a proper hoe once again. She misses appointments, she puts me in uncomfortable situations (I don't always feel like having to entertain the client that is waiting downstairs myself while she puts 30lbs of makeup on), and she gets on my nerves.

Yet somehow the hot mess wild child still gets 5 times as many appointments as the good girl. I guess when you only have to deal with the antics for an hour or two it's just entertaining.

Wednesday 6 October 2010

The long sappy post

So much has happened. I came back from Australia to find H in my bed, naked. It was the most glorious suprise, even tho I kind of just wanted to drop my stuff, go to bed, and be alone. But of all people for me to have to spend time with upon my return he definately was the best one. We stayed together for weeks. We did not seperate for more time then it took to take a shower. Eventually, with regret, I went back to my sisters. We kept on seeing eachother, spending as much time together as we could find. He would come to see me every day, it took about $12 in tolls, plus would usually be a 45 minute drive. He introduced me to his friends and to his family. When he introduced me to people that mattered he did it by saying "This is the divine diety, Allah, Aaaaaalllaaaaaaaaahhh!", and pretty soon when he introduced me as his girlfriend as well.

In the meantime I picked up a job working for a friends agency. I answer the phones, and help out with keeping the girls in order. It's fun, it includes a lot of travel (which sucks), smoking trees, drinking booze, hanging out in hot tubs and strip clubs, and partying. Sounds fun but it gets old. I still see the clients I have previously seen, but not on a very regular basis.

A little while I later I said I love you, but only after he told me that he already knows. He didn't say it back for a few weeks, till he eventually did after I gave him an idea he was extremely happy with. Then his I love you's would follow all of mine. He had one of his routine bad days, but this time I was not prepared for it, they haven't happened in a while. I guess since I hadn't seen him in all of five days he got depressed again. We got in an fight, nothing violent, and once I felt myself getting viscious I ended the conversation, not on the nicest of notes. "I hope you enjoy being miserable and alone."

Well, it's the next day and I have not heard from him. I am aching because all I want to do is fix things, all I want to do is prove to him that I do not want anything from him other then for him to love me back.