So...I'm dating a nice boy.

THE nice boy.

How about that, huh?

And...it's nice. He's quite sweet and I'm very happy. It's been the first time in some time that I feel the way I do. And the way I feel shall be kept quiet, for the time being, just in case the boy stumbles upon the blog. Hopefully I'll introduce them to each other, in time. And they'll get along nicely enough.

Other than that, which I'll write about more when I'm alone (At the boys, he has the flu :( Behold! Nurse Mary!), the job search continues and thus far is as fruitless as it was a few days ago. I'm trying not to panic and having a lot of fun with friends, but there's rent to worry about and bills to pay, eventually...so I have to. I'm happily applying for at least one a day. So at least I can say I'm doing something and keep the parents at bay. My mother thrives on telling me what I'm doing wrong with my life, but I'm pretty sure that's a mother thing, so I try not to take it 'too' seriously. Doesn't mean it won't piss me off. It does. All the time.