A Pit Bull Puppy
… can be cute if he’s on your lap, and sleeping… and especially when he’s not yours… But its another thing entirely when he’s locked in the spare bedroom and his master’s away… Every time I move, I remind him that someone’s in the house. He is not pleased.
Mosier is… Mosier. It’s a small town. It will become boring to me if I don’t find work and/or something else to occupy my time with. Amy+Bored= disaster.
I am different out here. More patient, more compassionate… I think that’s a product of being around good people, and not having to worry about much. I don’t really have anything to wiegh on me, and nothing to stress me to the point of being negative.
I realized that I am a very lucky girl. I am very fortunate to have someone love me with such fervor… I see it now with new eyes. It used to be ridiculousnesses from a boy with a crush; empty gestures spurred from puppy-love and starry eyes. Now I see that it’s honest and actually has merit. It’s not just sweet, its thoughtful and righteous.
I dunno. I think a switch has been flipped somewhere. I’m happy. :)
