"Hey! Listen!"

I cannot tell you fuckers how great it is to NOT be in Knoxville on a day like today. 45 bajillion people, covered in orange, being assholes and just getting on my nerves in general. I don't miss it one tiny bit. So much so that all I have thought about today while reading the 45 bajillion Facebook posts about 'Rocky Top!', 'Go Big Orange!' and 'V-O-L-S!'. Seriously. I am so beyond happy I am no longer in Knoxville for that shit. Not that I don't like football, because I pretty much do. I understand the game, I find it somewhat interesting, and it's not boring like basketball. I just don't like the hardcore retarded fan base that UT draws in. I don't understand being that die-hard for anything, really. Except ponies, glitter or gay men. I mean- really.

Today has consisted of homework and cheeseburgers for me. Even though the last time I ate a cheeseburger I swore I never would have one again, I lied. Because there is a little restaurant not 5 minutes from the house that makes the best cheeseburger EVER. And tater tots that are to die for. Seriously. I think Jesus is the cook or something. Not like Hey-seuss. Literally. Son of god incarnate Jesus. Sup. After I ate the cheeseburger, updated my day planner (which Boyfrand just said ended up being a 'month planner, unfortunately'... there's a story there but I digress...), and did ALL THE HOMEWORK, I resigned to spending the rest of the afternoon watching Boyfrand play Zelda. Flash back to less happy times a little... maybe. But not exactly. Why? Because he just looked at me, winked, and smiled that smile and shazaam- all my baggage has been quashed. Sigh. I am so easy. Plus he's promised to let me go get frozen yogurt. He just doesn't know that's going to happen in like... 20 minutes.

This week was a week of more failures. Still no job- TTU sent me the official "Thanks but no thanks, you leoparsy ridden loser" email, which I was actually kind of glad for. I haven't gotten call backs from any other potential employment but for a call-center type deal, which I said "Thanks but no thanks, you irritating motherfuckers" to. I tried to sell my wedding rings to no avail and was seriously disheartened by the appraisal I got from the jeweler. Finally, Tech said I can't have my refund unless I put it on an Eagle card = used for spending in THEIR bookstore or at the grill. I'm sorry- no. And fuck you. There were some upsides to the week. I got a call Friday from an attorney's office I had called the week prior, and the receptionist let me know she was leaving and to send my resume in for review. I also turned in an application to Cosmo's - a local semi-dive bar and grill, to serve and get some quick cash for bills coming up. Boyfrand has a good friend that works there, so my chances of waiting tables is pretty damn good. I'm glad, too- as I am getting bored. I have cleaned house, organized school shit and brushed the cat. I need something else to add to my agenda. Stat.

Oh, yeah- tomorrow is also mine and Boyfrand's 1 year anniversary. Like for realsies. Hard to think we have been legitimately 'together' for that long with neither of us ending up in jail. I'm pretty proud of that fact. And now everyone is wondering what kind of relationship we *really* have. Apparently it is one that involves Zelda and guns. That's pretty much all I have to say about that. Have fun pondering that shit.