I’m still in kind of a bad mood.
Cinder blocks still in place.
Painful urination is improving, thank God.
Missing but glad he is far away until above is resolved.
(because I’m weak, y’all, weak)
I think I am sad because this long distance relationship is frustrating. We spend big money to see each other every 2 – 3 weeks. Now I’m broke and need to back off and catch up a little bit and so does he. It is well and good to say things like, “the money doesn’t matter, it’s important to the relationship to spend time together” but the fact of the matter is that both of us are recovering from the financial burden of divorce and don’t have the $800 per month that we are each spending. He buys 2 plane tickets a month and then I pay for hotels and meals (because I don’t have a place he can stay) just in case you were wondering how we rack up that amount.
Plus I’m mad because I am on for the next 3 weekends because Stanley needed off for an event and I don’t even have the option to spend my money seeing my lovah. I have no idea why I agreed to that nonsense because he doesn’t drop anything for me.
I’m just processing my bad mood here folks.
I even watched Raising Hope from the other night again on DVR to make myself feel better. This show is brilliant and Cloris Leachman and Martha Plimpton never fail to make me laugh. But Melanie Griffiths face scared me.
It’s easy to see why she has kept a low profile recently.
Speaking of faces; I had dinner with a girlfriend a few weeks ago.
She said, “Since you lost weight you are getting your features back in your face!”
Hmmm, thanks for that, friend.
I didn’t realize they had gone missing but apparently I have been nothing
but a big pile of blubber with a hole where words came out.
|Love Dom Deluise|
Rereading this, I have decided that my problem is that I don’t like people this week. Which is unfortunate because I am surrounded by those suckers.
I’m going to go take a walk and hope I don’t see any.
Besides I must move my fat ass to get my features back.