I Am a Rock Star

I am a rock star.

Well, I feel like one anyway.

It's past 4 am as I write this and I admit to being slightly tipsy...

Work sucked. It was dead slow. On the bright side, Chris (the VERY young line cook) gave me a potato shaped like a heart - LOL.

After work, the plan was to go to a party of a co-worker. Another co-worker (John) that I used to flirt with a lot invited me to Hard Rock Casino and I decided to meet him there and then go to the party.

A friend/co-worker (Jess) decided to join me and the three of us made a night of it. Jess and I danced on a stage at a bar all damned night and John cheered us on. We dirty danced with John, threw back drinks and laughed the entire night.

I never called Jeff back. He never crossed my mind. And if I mention him now it's only because I am so fucking glad to have him live in my past and not exist in my present or my future.

I notice that now, when I hear a song that used to reduce me to tears over him, it doesn't even phase me.

I can say it now and mean it for the first time. I am over him.

I have a great time with my friends (and I have more and more friends every day) and I love coming home to my house and I live on my terms.

As I write this, there's a song playing in the room - my room. Fergie singing Big Girls Don't Cry and I think it strikes a chord in me. I hope you know, I hope you know - that this is nothing about you.

I am over him.

It feels awesome.

I almost forgot the best part....

I changed my clothes at work to go out and when I came out of the bathroom in tight black pants and a little funky top - I had jaws dropping around me. One male co-worker told me that he thought I looked like a model.

Not really - but him saying that made me feel great.

I am great.

I've healed. R.I.P Jeff - Viva Christine!!!