J went home for the first time since school ended on May 24th. I think he went home Sunday (13th) or maybe Saturday (12th). I'm not sure.
Time is an illusion, I swear.
J will be back Wednesday (16th) after we have a small celebration for his little brother's 4th birthday. I bought CJ a Spinda and a Wooper plush. He honestly is Spinda. He walks like Spinda and he often looked confused. Poor kid. He deserves to be treated better, but there's only so much we can do without getting both kids removed from our lives.
It's nice to have J gone for a few days. Some quiet is nice but it's also a little too quiet.
I'm glad that Da and I will finally be getting some alone time tomorrow. We've been wanting to have actual sex so badly. Fingers and hands quickly and discreetly getting the job done isn't good enough.
Having a 6 year old walk in on you when your boyfriend is fingering you under a blanket is far from ideal.
My dad and I applied to 3 jobs last week and we will have to find 3 more this week.
The job that we both want, which has 6 positions open at our most desired location, hasn't responded to our applications. I hope they hire us eventually.
I don't know if it's just me or if Da feels it, too, but the thought of me getting a new job brings the idea of us living together closer to reality.
Or maybe it's because the conversation we had about his dog.
Since his grandmother passed away, Da's brother+wife moved in with their grandfather, which means his brother took his dog (and several cats) with them. So then, Da's dog was left alone at his house with several cats. Apparently, his dog doesn't like being the only dog and decided he will bark all night.
Da's options were to move the dog with his brother, with his parents, or get another dog. The last option wasn't truly an option.
So now his precious pupper is living with his parents. Poor thing.
Anyway, I told Da that I'd like for us to take his dog back in (if) when we move in together because even though pupper is with his parents, it's still Da's dog. Da is his human. I also love the pupper even though he nipped at me.
We agreed that we would like to have him back and get an additional dog to keep him company.
I'm glad Da likes dogs, because I love them. I'd be so sad to move in with someone who doesn't like dogs. I already live with people who aren't really fans of dogs (and my grandma hates them).
I wish I wasn't allergic to cats, though. Then we could both have an animal that we really love.
Back to the point I was trying to make; I feel like we might end up moving in together by the end of the year.
Or maybe not. I don't know.
I'm in no rush. Bills are expensive and love isn't enough to pay bills.
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