Addiction

I'm officially addicted to blogging. I spent three hours yesterday posting a blog and reading other people's blogs. Not a good habit to get into with finals around the corner. Before I moved in with Dave, I had a 9-5 job with an amazing work ethic. Now that getting up in the morning is optional, it's much harder to stay focused. I need to get impeccable grades this semester to get into Rollins College. Not a very good college but it's the best private education Florida has to offer. Right now, I'm taking online classes at a community college. I never thought my life would come to this but I guess that's what happens when you choose to move somewhere on a whim.

Dave's court case was postponed yesterday. That put him in a bad mood. When he got home, I gave him an hour long massage and then whispered in his ear all the things I love about him. He better enjoy it while it lasts because once I become an attorney, he won't be seeing much of me.

We've been talking a lot about kids lately. I think he is trying impregnate me. He says our baby would be very good looking and intelligent. I keep telling him to prescribe me birth control but he always says he'll do it in the morning and then forgets. This happened four times. I guess I'm not that worried about it. As many times as we've done it and I'm still not pregnant, one of us must be sterile. Then again, my negligence will probably come back to bite me.





The implant I'm talking about is something Dave wants to get when he's too old to get it up lol and Ana Elizabeth is what I would name a girl if I had one. If I had a son, I would probably name him Bartholomew or Xavier or something that would get him made fun of; payback for not being a girl. Anyway, I'm not ready for a kid. I just turned 20. If I had one, starting at age six, he/she would be neglected as I try to build my career. Either that or I would stay at home to raise him/her and never accomplish my dreams.

After the massage, we went to dinner at a family-owned Italian restaurant. It was very romantic and the food tasted authentic. It reminded me of my favorite Italian restaurant in my hometown on Long Island. The waitress overcharged Dave for everything. We looked at the menu on the way out and confirmed it. I guess that is what happens when you take a much younger, dressed up girl out to dinner. People assume you have money.

Anyway, I'm going to go to the library and study until my brain melts.