Hiiiiiiiiii. I'm tired and I have nothing to write about. Oh wait...I WISH MY BOYFRIEND HAD A MORE THAN 4 WORD VOCABULARY!!!!!!!!!!!
His side of our "conversations" consists of: "Uh huh" "Yeah" "Hmmm" "Oh".
That is all. SO. DAMN. FRUSTRATING.
Anyway, it's finally warm here in Ohio. Humid as hell, though. I've hung out w/ Nate a lot the past 2 days. He was at my house till 4 am. yesterday, just sitting on the porch and talking like old people. He's moving away on Sunday.
I'm going to miss him so, so much. We've developed such a close bong and I have such strong feelings for him, it's gonna be so weird not seeing him for weeks, maybe months at a time. Everyone says that it's probably a good thing, considering my situation with John. But I've gotten my emotions under control, pretty much, so I don't think it would have been a problem if he stayed. Now I have to say goodbye to one of the greatest people I've ever met, and I'm worried that we're just gonna grow really distant. It's sad. I'm going to stop talking about it.
I'm feeling a little better about my whole "I suck" thing. Positive thoughts and words always help. And working out.
Who loves the Beatles?? I certainly do. I listened to Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and Rubber Soul today. I'm so grateful that my dad brought me up w/ good music, and so many different kinds. He has a good cd collection. Extensive, it is.
My friend who works at Victoria's Secret gave me a bra fitting today to see if I was wearing the right size. Strangely enough, I seem to not even exist in Victoria's Secret standards. I can't even fit into an A cup there. Bastards.
Oh well, their shit is overpriced anyway. My boobs are small, but they are definately there. So fuck u, u low self-esteem inducing, beauty-standard perpetuating fucks! Die now!!
Well, now that I've convinced myself that I don't care about how small my boobs are, I'm going to bed.
G'night.
His side of our "conversations" consists of: "Uh huh" "Yeah" "Hmmm" "Oh".
That is all. SO. DAMN. FRUSTRATING.
Anyway, it's finally warm here in Ohio. Humid as hell, though. I've hung out w/ Nate a lot the past 2 days. He was at my house till 4 am. yesterday, just sitting on the porch and talking like old people. He's moving away on Sunday.
I'm going to miss him so, so much. We've developed such a close bong and I have such strong feelings for him, it's gonna be so weird not seeing him for weeks, maybe months at a time. Everyone says that it's probably a good thing, considering my situation with John. But I've gotten my emotions under control, pretty much, so I don't think it would have been a problem if he stayed. Now I have to say goodbye to one of the greatest people I've ever met, and I'm worried that we're just gonna grow really distant. It's sad. I'm going to stop talking about it.
I'm feeling a little better about my whole "I suck" thing. Positive thoughts and words always help. And working out.
Who loves the Beatles?? I certainly do. I listened to Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and Rubber Soul today. I'm so grateful that my dad brought me up w/ good music, and so many different kinds. He has a good cd collection. Extensive, it is.
My friend who works at Victoria's Secret gave me a bra fitting today to see if I was wearing the right size. Strangely enough, I seem to not even exist in Victoria's Secret standards. I can't even fit into an A cup there. Bastards.
Oh well, their shit is overpriced anyway. My boobs are small, but they are definately there. So fuck u, u low self-esteem inducing, beauty-standard perpetuating fucks! Die now!!
Well, now that I've convinced myself that I don't care about how small my boobs are, I'm going to bed.
G'night.
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Two things: (A) It's true and (B) it's okay to laugh. We've got a sense of humor about the whole thing. You've got to. (And if you want to use the phrase in the future, you will have to sign a disclaimer.)