Once again I find myself in my living room as I write this. I am either here or at work. Anyone who knows me well enough will tell you that I have no social life. It's three after six and I decided to do this before I go take a shower and go get ready for work. Correct me if this is normal, but last night I had to go into work for an hour to teach Caroline month end, a trying process in itsself. That's not the wierd part, I'm getting to that. Once we were done, she turned to her boyfriend Jason and told him to 'go home with Rikki.' Okay, that's the wierd part. He did though, and we stayed up until seven am watching anime together and talking. He passed out on my couch. When I woke up an hour ago, he was gone and I got a call from my friend. He was having man issues and called me drunk. We spent almost an hour trying to figure out the name of 'that famous black guy in Bone Collector' His words not mine. After we hung up, he texted me and told me that it was Denzel Washington. I should have known that, I love Denzel Washington. I also woke up to over one hundred emails. It was nothing but crap. My stomach is growling now, so I lit another smoke. I am too damn comfortable to get off my ass and go make a pizza. You may call it lazy, but to me, it's comfortable. I should really go take a shower soon, because when my hair gets wet, I put it up in a sloppy bun and it dries like that. When I take it out, it's a wavy mess. Makes me look like I've just been fucked. But I haven't done that in like a month, considering the fact that I do have a boyfriend. I've found that the older you get, the less frisky you get. Four years ago, I would have leapt at the chance to fuck. And I did, with my two ex boyfriends and even my friend Chelsea. After I had my kid though, that kind of dwindled out. I have a beautiful two year old boy named Alfie. I'll have you know that Alfie is a very traditional English name! He lives with my mum now though, and he'll be three on december twenty first. Two days before my grandma turns ninety three. Strangly, it was my dad that was in the delivery room with me when I had my son, but he's always been there for me. My dad is like the dad every girl wants but can't have becasue he's mine. My best friend. We share tastes in music, he's a fantastic cook and through thick and thin I know he'd be there for me. The down side to having the perfect father? He lives a fourteen hour plane ride away. Yeah, he lives in England still. As of today, I've been in Canada three years. My daddy met me at the airport. He took me out for a burger when I stepped off the plane, and suffered through a twelve hour greyhound bus ride to be there when I got there, and another twelve hour bus ride to bring me home. I would leap through flaming hoops through that man if he wanted. I am the definition of daddy's girl. And I really need a shower.
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