Now I can.
And will.
That Friday, I was supposed to find out whether or not I got a job. That Saturday morning, I had a writing workshop where I was presenting a completely new take on the script I've been writing. That Saturday night, I had a date with a guy I met online who I really, really
It was stressful. It was exhilarating. It gave me stomach cramps.
I didn't find out about the job that Friday. Or the following Monday. Or Tuesday. As it happened, my HR contact was unexpectedly out of the office. It was nerve-wracking, but all worked out for the best. I started yesterday and I love it. I mean, okay, I'm not getting paid to write or have sex with any one of a number of movie stars, but as far as day-jobs go, it's a winner.
My script was very well received. I don't really want to go into any more detail.
As far as the date... There was this, which I could have overlooked as "he was nervous and didn't mean to drink that much," but I have discovered some more upsetting habits of his that I may or may not describe in more detail at another time.
*The only alternatives to "fuck" I could think of were either pointless substitutions or phrases that ended in a preposition. Also, I really, really wanted to fuck him. After we met, I really, really, really wanted to fuck him. Then he peed in the street and it was back to "really, really."
