Love & Hate. October 2, 2007

Love: Birthday deliciousness from M. I came home to find a huge, homemade ”Happy Birthday, Baby!” banner and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers from the expensive place in the neighborhood, the one I drool over whenever I pass by. He then came home from class with take-out and a package of the brownies that I can maybe possibly eat an entire container of, not that I have ever done so. Also, a gift card to Bloomingdales for an obscene amount. Seriously, ridiculous. To the point that when I opened it and saw how much he spent, I may or may not have hit him with it because is he crazy? On the upside, I can now replace four or five pairs of my beloved jeans. The man rocks.

Hate: I came in at 8:45am today and probably won’t be leaving until around midnight.

Hate: I lost my debit card.

Love: Am I sick because I’m actually excited about getting a shiny new one?

Hate: The woman from the bank asked me where I was from. When I told her that I live in New York, she said that she’s been here once and everyone was rude and she has no desire to ever come back. Um, hi? First of all I love it here and second of all I never asked you what you thought of my city and third PLEASE JUST REPLACE MY DAMN DEBIT CARD WITHOUT THE DAMN COMMENTARY.

Love: Monday night television. Seriously, does it get any better than Heroes, The Hills, How I Met Your Mother and Monday Night Football (I’m not cheating on the Giants if I root for the Patriots, right? Right? I can’t help it if Brady and Moss are a pleasure to watch.)

Hate: Seriously, WHERE DID I LOSE MY DEBIT CARD?

Love: My old co-workers are taking me out to Hooters tomorrow to celebrate my birthday.

Hate: Y’all, it is going to be a long ass day.

Love & Hate. August 3, 2007

Love: Friday. After work, I get to hop into M’s car and zoom crawl through the Lincoln Tunnel and meet my dad for dinner and a movie (The Bourne Ultimatum; I was outnumbered. Consolation: Matt Damon is attractive). 
 
Hate: My dad has been all alone in my parents’ house, with my mother, sister and brother currently in Greece for over a month. I picture him by himself in that big house and it makes me sad. Also, I feel compelled to make sure he is eating. 
 
Love: My future bridesmaid’s boyfriend splurged on a two hundred dollar bottle of wine at the French bistro last night and it was absolutely worth every one of his pennies. 
 
Hate: That I felt out of place as the only – literally, ONLY – one not working in finance. These people spent a good half an hour discussing Alan Greenspan. I spent that half an hour drinking the expensive wine. No wonder I go so damn drunk. 
 
Hate: I got so damn drunk that I picked a fight with M for no good reason.  
 
Love: He loves me anyway. That he knows how to make me laugh and talk me out of The Crazy until I’m his fun, lovable, sane fiancée again.  
 
Hate: I was so hungover this morning that only an egg and cheese on a bagel would do. 
 
Love: That damn egg and cheese on a bagel made me feel so much fucking better. 
 
Love: There might be work opportunities beyond what I initially expected here at the new job.  
 
Hate: There is so much pressure on me. I know it’s because they think I’m good, but still.  
 
Love: My boss is out, which means the pressure is lessened today. 
 
Hate: Monday is going to suck.  
 
Love: M is going to officially be a law student come August 13^th.  
 
Hate: I’m really going to get my neediness under control. He’s going to have to study, the books are going to be his mistress. 
 
Hate: I’m probably going to have to start going to the damn gym again, to give myself something to do. 
 
Love: But I’ll also probably sign up for a class! Maybe an editing class, to make myself more marketable.  
 
Love: That my family is all together in the Motherland. 
 
Hate: I’m not there. I miss them. I pick up the phone to call my mom or my sister about five times a day before realizing that they are in another country and that country is seven hours ahead and, duh, they are clearly sleeping. 
 
Love: The Simpsons movie. It was great, people. 
 
Love: Have I mentioned that it’s Friday?