So I've had a few requests for a new post. OKAY, OKAY. No need to be pushy. JEEZ. I'm sorry for the delay. All I do is work, and when I don't work I'm out playing with friends. We go to the parks a lot, we have many friends we hang out with... I feel like I'm juggling a huge social circus...
Aaaanyway... I counted the other day... I'm currently juggling NINE BOYS."
Well I've since been another huge social mess. and I have now written another post, for your reading enjoyment.
ALRIGHT I’M MAKING A POST IN MY BLOG.
I KNOW, I KNOW. It’s a miracle.
I’ll tell you the reasons why I’ve been neglecting you, blog followers. I know there are no good excuses, but I’m sure you’d like to know why in the world I’ve been away for so long, and what I was doing…
NUMBER ONE. And subsequently the largest reason is… BOYS. …what. else. is. new. My tally literally got up to seventeen before I had to cut myself off. Seventeen what? BOYS! I know. It’s ridiculous. I’m a pimp. I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW.
There’s matt,jon,andrew,alexander,nicolas,frank,steven,scotty,robbie,mike,josh,ethan,eric,mark,corey,cory,dan…
I suppose I’ll just post photos and a brief blurb about each one…
Matt. I met him my very first day at check-in. So now we’re pretty much probably the closest friends either of us has here. And he’s pretty much realized finally that a relationship is not going to happen between us.
Jon. Jon is from Beverly Hills, CA. He’s pretty loaded. But he’s freaking clingy and it makes me CRAZY. And he’s kind of a pompous asshole but he’s a sarcastic bitch and that’s why I keep him around. He’s really entertaining. He tells me he wants to date me and I say no. I’m not dating while I live in Florida.
Andrew. Andrew was my neighbor in building 34 at Vista Way. He met me at my then-roommate Bethany’s birthday party and at the time he had a girlfriend. He met me, and a couple weeks later he dumped her. We all kind of assume it was so he could be with me, but I like to think (and hope) that that wasn’t the case. Andrew spent close to $15,000 out of his savings on his previous girlfriend. He gave me the keys to his car (and won’t let me pay for gasoline), he buys me flowers, chocolates, gifts…. He spends way too much money on me, buying things that I show interest in when we go shopping, spending way too much money on going to fancy restaurants… I know, it’s a little over the top. But I enjoy being doted on. XD
Alexander. Alexander is the love of my life. He got termed (terminated) about a month ago for doing something he really didn’t do… sexually harassing a guest. When you meet him, you automatically think. Oh yeah, he’s a flaming homosexual. But he isn’t. Trust me. But yeah… I guess wife (nickname for former roommate and close friend Erika) and I are road tripping it to Georgia this week on our days off to go see him. :D
Nicolas. My French flame. Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful. Beautiful accent, beautiful body. He is just too gorgeous to resist... But seriously, I don't understand anything that comes out of his mouth.
Frank. Well here’s a familiar face. :) Frank and I have been texting quite a bit recently and he admitted to never really getting over me once our fling ended. “I like you. I like you a lot. And as much as I try to lie to you and convince myself I didn’t like you I did. I KNOW I’m far from perfect, but I try. And I miss you, your smile, your hugs, your talk, and your glow. Your heart is an open book and I wish nothing but to read it. If that’s what it takes.”
Steven. (OH NO, NOT ANOTHER STEVEN.) Oh yes. But this one worked his way up out of the woodwork of high school up into the foreground of today. He texts me quite a bit. And finally one day I just asked Kim. She responded with a “He does like you, a lot. But he doesn’t want to start anything before his mission. And the last couple of messages were actually from him…” apparently he and his family are coming to vacation in florida in early august…. Fml.
Scotty. Oh my dear, sweet, darling Scotty. If I had to marry someone today I’d pick him. Well long story short…. You know the whole Scotty story. Basically the flame rekindled while I was home for a couple of weeks before moving back east. We had a fantastic couple of days together, and well, now it’s kind of left its mark. He’s having a terrible time coping with my absence and I’m too busy for my own good to keep a healthy relationship up… what a mess.
Robbie. Robbie is just… the calm in the storm for me. I can just go to his place and just be with him. And if I’m upset, he’ll take me outside, turn on a slow song on his phone and dance with me until I feel better. :) This boy makes the top three in Florida.
Mike is this really random guy from Michigan… I really wish I knew more about him to tell you. He’s a lot of fun and a great cuddler. :) I’ve only met him once, but we texted a lot for a while there.
Josh. Josh Diamond. He is “friends with” Baloo and Goofy here at Disney. He works part-time. Josh… pissed me off and we aren’t currently talking. I’m definitely interested in him, but he has a girlfriend, and he constantly flirts with me. He is going to get into so much trouble with her because of me. So I told him, basically, I refuse to be the other woman. So either break up with Taylore so you can shamelessly flirt with whoever the hell you want to, or knock it off. And he said, “you know, you’re right. I’m in the wrong here. Can we just be friends?”
Mark. Mark found me on facebook and we never actually met in person. He’s in the college program and he was kind of a nearby neighbor at Vista. But I don’t know if he really counts because we never met. But we texted a lot.
Cory. (he's the white one in the picture.) I ADORE THIS BOY. He and I think on the same brain wave. We are retards. I call him corray and he calls me arexa. I just freaking adore him all around. Yep. Just because of how alike we are and how well we get along and how we can think the exact same thing at the exact same time. He’s respectful too.
Corey. AKA “Sota” because he’s cory’s roommate, and he is from Minnesota. Sota is my pretend boyfriend. We go on fake dates and hold hands and pretend like we’re together. So maybe he doesn’t really count either, but I adore him so I added him to the list. Wife and the other Andrew think that we’d be a cute real couple.
Dan. Dan is a boy who basically found me a couple of days after I moved to Chatham Square. Dan is sweet and silly and he is, unfortunately, interested in me. I AM SICK OF MEN! I don't want to date anyone. Jeeez. I mean he is adorable. But he likes me likes me. and I just want to be his good friend.
Aaaaand, those are the men.
NUMBER TWO reason why I haven’t posted in like, a year…. WORK. I work all night, I work all day (to pay the bills I have to pay). …ain’t it sad? So, as you all know, I work in Disney’s Animal Kingdom Character Costuming, AKA SaFurry Headquarters (home of Mickey’s Jammin’ Jungle Parade).
Job description:
1. Do laundry.
2. Deal with bitchy people.
3. Go to the parade and touch sweaty stiltwalkers’ costumes.
4. Build character costumes. ie, put the pad in the fur, put the rings in the pad and snap them in, pin shoe covers and gloves to costume and scan it all to a card to it’s easy to check out.
5. Deal with incompetent co-workers.
6. Be everyone’s bitch.
It isn’t ALL bad though. Sometimes you play laser tag with the scanning guns. Sometimes you sword fight with King Louie’s arms. Sometimes you surf down the aisles on a costume rack. You do what you can to not go crazy in there. Like… I chew close to a whole pack of gum in an 8-hour shift... just to keep myself from going insane.
NUMBER THREE. My roommates. I’ve had quite the …experience… with my roommates here in Orlando. It started out with six…. Kayla and Erika were roommates first, A was in the same room with Bethany (yes, her name is A) and I was rooming with Kim. Kayla and I slowly grew to dislike each other more and more, as I began to meet more and more guys. She unjustly called me a stupid whore and a slut and… whatever else you can think of, and was rude to my guests that came over. She made assumptions about me that were unfair and rude. Erika was sick of her too so she switched rooms with Kim, making Erika my bed-roommate. We even pushed our beds together and got into a fantastic room decorating war with the boys in apartment 2606. (Which brings me to reason NUMBER 3.5. Erika literally had me out EVERY SINGLE NIGHT after work, meeting new people, hanging with friends, going for walks. So I never had a single moment to myself, to sit and do anything on my own, no chance to sit and meditate or recharge my batteries. Which was okay… but I was starting to lose my mind.) Well in the end it just got to the point where none of us could stand Kayla and her rudeness that one by one, each of us moved out. Because of her. First Bethany. Then A. Then Kim, and finally Erika and I. Kayla singlehandedly destroyed apartment 3403. So long story short, Erika and I moved out of Vista Way apartments into Chatham Square apartments. And right when I left I threw a piece of cheese under Kayla’s bed. Okay, okay. Probably not the most …mature… thing I’ve ever done. But she was fighting like a six-year-old so I thought it was only fair to do the same, and at the same time have the final bitch out.
(this is me and my wife.)
Erika and I moved into two separate apartments, because they didn’t have room for us to move into a place together. I’m paying $92 a week for rent… but it’s definitely worth it. My apartment is huge and gorgeous. My bedroom is probably twice the size it was at Raintree back at Dixie, and I have a huge walk-in closet. So I’m happier now. I mean, having an awful job isn’t as awful when you don’t have to come home to an awful roommate situation. Ya know?
Well that’s that I suppose. I promise not to be a stranger any more. :)
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