two thousand and heaven, post one.

i'm bringing in this first day of my absolute BEST YEAR YET with with flood of good feelings and abundant and imminent magic waiting to find me! this is so much more fun than being clinically depressed; i should have chosen to be happy sooner, i tell you!

i got a phone call last night from one of the two blonde Greek Adonises in my life. i might allow myself to have a gorgeous partner one day soon! he admits to being under my spell (who, me? casting a spell?..), and wants to indulge me rotten. i told him that i'm not that type of girl (the one who demands her partner to work hard and spoil her like it's necessary), and he told me that he was actually one of these guys who did that inherently for a good woman, and who said that this was a bad thing for him to do? *swoon!* old-fashioned manners get me everytime. i'm a feminist, and this is a secret of mine. i adore to be treated like a Lady...

i've been up and writing some fanfiction. i have an unhealthy obsession with Vergil Sparda of CAPCOM's Devil May Cry 3. here's the first part of Chapter 1! i'll most definitely end up posting again today. it feels so good to design and enjoy my life! life is supposed to feel good!
Chapter 1
"Yes, ma'am. All of our entres, except for a couply of the vegeterian ones, come with three sides. You can even substitute them and change them to your liking, if you are so inclined for only twenty-five cents extra. Many of my guests chose to do so; we've got a delicious side portion of Caesar salad that is just so good with many of our meal choices..." I rattled off my very-practiced speech in a bright mood. I was in rare form today. My lacy apron decorated in my name was cleaned and full of straws, just as prepared as I was to go against the day. I was even wearing shorts to show off my toned legs, and I'll be the first one to admit it, maybe earn a bit more generous tips from any inclined male and otherwise guest coming in today and sitting in my neat section of the cafe.

"Alrighty! I can do that special request for you today, ma'am! It's going to be quite delicious, in my opinion. No one ever complains after I having one of my suggestions; I can do that for you right away! I'll be right back to bring that appetizer right out to you!"

I headed back to the kitchen armed with a custom order of my creation and I could very much feel eyes trailing my rump from some vague location from Florence's, my fellow server on schedule tonight's, section. I wanted to charge gratutiy in my favor of Florence's guest. I needed some new tires badly! I almost laughed at myself for thinking this as I returned to the main fllor of the cafe again to tend to some side work as my order was being prepared. But seriously, though. Tires worn down slick when coupled with squealing breaks were not good.

"Hey Cheniece!"
"Yo?!" I answered and waited for a reply coming from Florence. My appetizer was being finished and I grabbed it from the food window and made my way accross the floor with it to the waiting guest at her table.

"I just canNOT take another table right now. I'm running behind, and I need the time to catch up on clearing and cleaning my tables. Grab the next couple of groups of guests who walk in, will ya?" She sounded very needy and annoyed with her drawn hand with today so far.

"Sure, I answered," and I just stood there facing her, not making any motion of work. Florence quickly and reluctantly picked up the hint, and reached into her apron to pull out a ten dollar bill and handed it to me. The agreement was irreversible as I accepted the cash as a symbol of dual signatures and went about my business as usual. I was making good time, and I sure could have used the money. And, I mean, I was a damned good server. Give me ten tables and I turn into Wonder Woman, or something like that. Just then, as if in answer to my cocky internal commentary, three groups of guests entered during the lunch rush. Haha. I sat them immediately.

"Might I get you something to drink? Hello, how are y'all? I'll be right with you, ladies!" Leave. Return with two teas and three diet colas.

"Okay, about ready to order, sir? Oh, you need another minute, ma'am? Sure! Okay, can I get you two something to drink today? I'll be right back! That appetizer is coming. Oh! you ready to order over there? I'll be right with you!" Wash. Rinse. Repeat a couple of times. Go back and tell the chef to make sure that the beef in that sanwich is cooked "medium," not "medium-well." Gotta be a Libra.

Just as all three tables' orders were arriving in the food window at exactly the same time, the bell jingled at the front door, announcing another guest walking in. I was sweating by then, and about to say to Florence that it had been since her turn to pick back up the rotation of accepting guests into her section. I turned to her over my shoulder, but she obviously shared my thought. She nodded and walked towards the front door to seat and serve the approaching single guest in the blue raincoat. One person? She got off way easy, I chuckled.

This particular guest was new. Definitely not a regular, I immediately noted as I made myself familiar with his unfamiliar face--and what a gorgeous face it was! He was extremely tall, and not just compared to my 5'0 petite frame. This broad-shouldered man was easily 6'5 and posessed a strong presence. He was quite handsome, and radiated a chilly aura, like one of of silent strength, about himself. I stared as he ran a hand through his damp blonde--no white?--locks to slick them from out of his face, and into a spiked back and up style. I liked it, I realized, as I took my gaze from Florence's guest in time to see one of my (her) tables waving me towards them for several refills in order. Okay...
--me, 2010