A new beginning

So I deleted my other entries. I thought I needed to start my blog over. I figure, I have a new hair style, so I might as well have a few other new things in my life too right? And in a few weeks I'll have to find new friends, so this is all quite fitting, no? Not much to say this evening. I'm pretty tired. Brittani and I went out last night so I think I'm still working that off. The Designer was supposed to come over tonight, but he flaked. Yes, I know his name isn't The Designer and that this is very Carrie Bradshaw, Mr. Big-esque, but even though I want to share my thoughts in a public forum doesn't mean I was to put allllll my business out there. So as I was saying, The Designer was supposed to come over. But he didn't. Well he was supposed to come yesterday actually. But he didn't. And then last night after I got home he was supposed to come over. But he didn't. Noticing a pattern here? I know I am. And I'm getting tired of it. I have very little patience for those who don't follow the very simple directions that I lay out for them. I make The Designer's life so ridiculously easy. No commitment, no drama. Pretty sweet setup right? Clearly not sweet enough for him though or he would follow directions better. I don't like to be a bitch, but he's starting to bring that out of me. Too bad The CEO doesn't live closer. I really like talking to him, and when we hang out, its always fun. Well not like we hang out regularly or anything, but if we did, I think it'd be nice. I need to call my Rock tonight. We've been a little off kilter lately. I think he might be seeing that girl at his job, which is okay, I'd just like it if he'd tell me. I mean, we tell each other everything, why not that?

I think I can actually hear the bathtub calling my name right now. I've been wanting to take a nice hot bath all day, so I'm off to get to it. I have a great new book that I got today also, so this will be nice. My goal is to be asleep by 11 since I'm going running tomorrow morning. I guess it's actually a good thing The Designer didn't come over. I wouldn't have wanted to get up in the morning. Oh well. I suppose I'll cuddle myself tonight. Good thing I have my 800 thread count sheets on the bed. They are obscenely soft. I heart them.