OPtimal OPtimism

Wow, I've got fucking nothing to bitch about. My money situation is slowly getting solved, I picked up some more hours at Waffle House, I'm quitting smoking one step at a time, my friend Rachel hasn't called me back yet, I've got other better friends, I still can't get in touch with Brock so that I can get my radios back, but that is ok. Everything is ok. My Optimism level is through the fucking roof. I doing my Air Force physical in New Orleans on tuesday. I go up there on monday and spend the night. I wonder if they will let us go out of the hotel...? And boys? Funny you should ask...there is a boy. If you don't know him, you should. His name is James and he's outta this world, definitely fallin'. I won't cheapen the man with simple descriptions; he's truly a beautiful person. That is all you need know for now. Jesu, my life can be simplified in my LJ like this? Only about 10 lines long? Shit, things must be good. If you can see the little ferret on my mood below, you're in for a treat. To my dear friend Russell, I say, drink the tea... Just don't eat the fish. GREAT HOT!