Funny. I had that as my line on MSN, and a lot of you thought that that meant I was no longer dating Mr. Wonderful. No. Far from it. It just means that Mr. Wonderful is no longer a bum. :)

Yup, he got the job. We are both gainfully employed. Well, at least until April. Oh fuck.

I have to say, this job came in the nick of time. I'll admit it. I've been a bitch the last few days. Thought I was staying optimistic about the new employment, part of me still thought "what if it's still a few more months?". I didn't know how I felt about a few more months of supporting Mr. Wonderful.

I still love him, though. And if necessary, I know I probably would have emptied my bank account, if it came to it. But, it's the little things that annoy you after a while, isn't it? I felt I was somewhat entitled to a live in maid because I'm paying the rent. And, perhaps that's partly true, but it's no reason for me to treat him like a slave.

But anyway. The bitch is gone, and I will discuss her appearance over a celebatory supper tonight.

And not now, but soon, we will begin the apartment hunting.

In preparation (oh, who am I kidding? I've been hunting already for the past 3 days) of the hunt, I will list my top 10 wishlist for the new place:

1. Above ground, please.
2. Lots of windows.
3. A dishwasher.
4. A balcony and/or patio.
5. Close to work and/or on bus route.
6. Pet-friendly (well, this one is compulsory).
7. Ooh, a pool! (this is a wishlist...)
8. 2 bedrooms.
9. A bathtub! ooohh.. a tub....
10. On-site washer/dryer.

So, in the meantime, I will need to work things out with the current landlady and... ooh.. maybe begin to pack?

So, the holidays were great. Perhaps the best ever. The whole family was there, and there was lots of good times, good food, and lots of relaxing.

As for the annual Christmas booty, this year was a very good haul indeed. I now have a near fully equiped kitchen, complete with an ice crushing blending, and a full set of new bakeware. I also got a new set of 400 thread count sheets, which entirely eliminates the need for sex, since I have an orgasm nearly every time I crawl between the covers.

And if you didn't think I was old beyond my years yet, I also received a RRSP from my parents. And I couldn't be happier.

To make up for all the domestic gifts, I did lots of post-Christmas shopping, with many new clothes and assorted sex toys. Hello, new favorite toy. That's not exactly it, but you get the idea. Hot damn, this thing in fantastic. It can be a bit too much at times, but it's definitely a good thing, to be brought out when efficiency is important. But, I highly recommend it. Or something like it.

So, any resolutions? Nah. Well, there is perhaps one thing I need to do - that I know I can do - that I noticed before Christmas. I need to eat slower. I seem to always be in a rush when I eat, and it's irritating.

Oh, breaking news. Mr. Wonderful/Unemployed just got a job interview. In this city. Could it be? Perhaps we can move out of the stinky bachelor apartment?

Okay, best not to get one's hopes up so soon, but please cross your fingers/toes, etc, etc.