Thirty Somethings...Thing 2

Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.

Allow me, for just a moment, to channel Brad. It's easier to find me lovable through his eyes. Ommmmmmmmmmm.....Do people say "Ommmmmmmmm," when they're channeli...wait...wait...It's working!

Ugh. "Dammit, Angelina, would you shut up for just a minute? I'm loving on Zube. Please and thank you."

Ahem, Zube's hot. Like, supermodel hot. Plus? She's a fucking genius. It's true.

And then, I woke up. As Zube, of course. And made myself breakfast. Because I like to do that for the people I sleep with. Makes me feel a little less whorish.

Really, though, I love how I'm usually able to laugh in the midst of sorrow. Like the time I told my coworker to forward an annoying customer to my uterus because it seemed to have a way with putting a stop to things.

I'm generally quite good at reading people. I love that. I also love that it makes me a really good waitress. Some people want to chat. Others just want to eat their fucking eggs already. And I'm able to tell the difference.

I love that I take pride in waitressing. Others might think it's a bullshit job, but I honestly enjoy it.

I love that I love to take care of people.

I've somehow managed to surround myself by amazing people. Love them. I love myself for finding them.

I love my fierce loyalty to my family.

I still creep up the stairs at night and take one last peek at Zee and Bee before I go to bed. I can't believe I've got them. I love that I don't think that feeling of gratitude and disbelief will ever go away.

Sometimes the door to their room creaks and wakes one of them up during these late night visits. I hate that.

Sometimes the door to my room creaks and wakes me up. Goddamnit, Brad! I hate you!

I love to hate Brad.