Undone

I worked

I worked well.

I worked like the moron I am.

I got HIM a cd he had lost. Well correction, I burned him a CD that he had lost. In anycase, I got it for him, he’s probably listening to it right now. He was very greatful for it. I was happy to make him happy. I wish I was happier.

Want a happy-o-meter? I’m indulging in Ben and Jerry’s. I”m not sure, but I htink I may be lactose intolerant, but I’m just addicted to my B&J’s, and I just don’t care. I don’t care if it makes my tummy go into knots every time I eat it.

Oh well. Cause i’m just screwed. No one wants to talk to me about HIM anymore. They say i talk too much about him. It’s more than likely true.

Painfully true.

SO I hate myself for it. I hate myself because I know nothing can happen because I’m a good girl, and he’s a good guy, and I’m … practically five. That’s what it feels like anyway. I wish I just felt older. That’s a justified wish, right?

I’m supposed to go to bed at a decent hour so I can get up and ready my room (ie clean) for my friend. She’s moving in with me, and I need to get it ready for her to live in. I have to box up some stuff, and I have to put some of it in storage.

It’s all good. It’s a price I’m ready and willing to pay. I just need to keep cleaning.

Derringer Meryl [Sometimes I wish I was stronger] Out