So they only have one season of American Horror Story on Netflix...I only think there are two so far anyway...but I'm already addicted. I absolutely LOVE Dylan McDermott (those of you that have met my character Damon will know ) and I've always thought Evan Peters was cuter then a bug's ear ever since I saw him in the sleep over movie when he played the kid that was in the coma and had to show everyone his pitcure of him IN the coma. So far it's fucking awesome...I'm only about 4 episodes in. I could probably finish the season today
I'm stuck on the LA airport for the next three hours and then I have a 7 hour flight after that to get back to Nashville. I refuse to call the place Home anymore. If home is where the heart is...then I think I just left home.
I miss her already. I miss everything. The way she smells. The way she feels in my arms. The cute smile she gets in her sleep when I pull her closer to me. Her family. How her co-workers already knew exactly what I was going to get for lunch and have everything typed in for me by the time I got up to the check out (I'm a creature of extreme habit ). I just want to be back there. Where I belong.
I'm moving to Arizona as soon as I make manager. With that on my resume I'll be able to get a job faster and maybe even higher in at a higher pay rate then if I say...just didn't go back. Believe me, it crossed my mind on an hourly basis. If I didn't have all my books in Tennessee (and you know, work ) I would have never gotten on that first plane.
Every cloud has its silver lining though; in just 12 weeks she'll be in my arms again and I'll get to show her around Nashville (not really, I plan on taking her to Kroger and work ). I may even be going back with her if the Powers that Be have deemed the time right.