Third verse same as the first

You know the song, Henry the 8th... stupid song isn't it? Today I just feel like I'm a walking version of that song. Not that I have been married 8 times - heck we know with me, it was amazing I did it even once :)
I just frequently feel like I'm going through the same ole same ole. It's not bad, but it's not a best seller either. Here it is, 9:48 on a Tuesday night and I'm just finishing up work. I really need to nice hot bubble bath and a pedicure but I'm writing out here instead.
I owe Bill a big long email - and I'm sorta taking the easy route because I know he will read this and in a way I can say, see I wrote you back. He he he, isn't that clever? Actually, I talked with Carol on the phone last night for a while, and we got to do a mini-catch up, and I knew she would give Bill the 411 high-lights. It would have been more fitting if I had said 911 since Bill has been eating, sleeping and breathing Call Center problems/programming for months and months now. Anyways, without even saying anything to him today, he called me on it in an email. It really made me smile - to think that even though not many people get me, the people that do, really do. Faults and all, I have some kick ass friends and they totally get me.

I totally dumped planning my birthday on Janeal and JenJen. What, am I turning into a princess? Heaven help us all if that's the case. I'll need to make sure I'm keeping that in check. Carol did find a place that meets my requirements for jeans, tshirt, beer and pizza. Now if I can find myself a bull to ride, or if not a bull, I'll settle for a cowboy. Speaking of cowboys...

My Des Moines trips are either going to be a blessing, or a coordination night-mare. I just can't tell until I have a couple more under my belt. I like the people though, reminds me of South Dakota - friendly down to earth folk. They do have a nice sushi bar though too. I think I need to do some car shopping before too long. I can rent a car but I think for some of my longer trips it would be cheaper to take my car - any suggestions out there? Can I finally get my BMW?

I'm rambling I know - that's my point, third verse, same as the first. Doesn't really seem to matter what I do, in the end it all seems to feel the same. Maybe like the widow next door, sticking to what you know isn't so bad after all. Although I did have two Tom's and that didn't turn out so great.
Ok, bubble bath time of course that means I will have to stop texting with Corey. It's been such a nice conversation though too.
Oh, for the record, I have not figured out a nice way to tell Fuzzy Wuzzy I'm not gonna cuddy up with him on a cold winter night. Everytime I think I have an opportunity, he does or says something really nice and I feel even more like an ass.
Ok, really I'm off now. Night night.