Checkmate

So I get to actually move into my new place tomorrow. My week of schlepping about not making money and couch/bed jumping is officially over. Yay.

The Ex taught me how to play chess last night so I've been playing online all day today so that I can kick his ass one day. Once I learn something like this I'll be obsessed with it for a while until I get good enough at it to satisfy my ego.

The Ex is pissing me off. I stayed with him last night and I had thoughts of murdering him in his sleep which isn't really a good thing. Besides the fact that our relationship seems to be based on a mutual dislike and often intense hatred for one another, we were getting along quite well. I just don't think he respects me. I get it, a lot of people don't and whatever-I don't really care. I dunno. I think he's watching too much porn and forgetting that those girls are getting paid to act like they like what's going on. It's not real life. That's all I'm going to say about that because this isn't that kind of blog.

I'm working either this Friday or Saturday-haven't decided which. I owe the club $50 for not working last Friday or Saturday which pisses me off. Independent contractor my ass.

I'm participating in a wet t-shirt contest next week at some bar put on by one of my coworkers. She and all her friends are doing the judging so she said I'd probably win and get the $300 cash prize and $50 spa gift thing. What was I saying about respect again?