I'm angry right now. I can't sleep because my underwear and pajama pants seem to be cutting into my stomach and hips (they're not, I'm just not losing weight like I want to.) The cat is running around and her collar is making noise. I'm still pissed b/c I tried to vent and talk in the eating disorder recovery community and my post was rejected ( Read more... )

1) My coworker with conversative christian values. This guy really thinks Obama is the anti-christ. He's got a good heart, but he's listened to too much of the babble of the talking heads. It just drives me nuts how closed minded this guy is ( Read more... )

I hate being anxious ( Read more... )

If my boyfriend put as much care into upkeep and maintenance of his belongings as he did his fantasy baseball team, he'd never have a problem finding stuff again ( Read more... )

Is it just me, or is fan fiction much better written than when I started writing it?

I mean...spelling. Punctuation. Grammar! Oh my!

Now if they could just get character development down...
But overall....most of this stuff is readable!

Got into a discussion with someone at work the other day about religion and politics.
I know...bad idea, but it was slow and I was bored and I got drawn and carried away.( Cut for the sake of friend's pages. )

So, I spent the weekend alone. It was as bad as it might initially sound. Joe spent the weekend at his parent's house. I'm actually finding that closer it comes to the time that Joe wil probably be home, the more I'm okay with him NOT. I dunno if he should just go ahead and move out. I told myself over and over when this whole bullshit fiasco ( Read more... )

So, Joe's gone this weekend. He's down at his parent's house. I've honestly had about enough of him being gone, but it's also kind of a relief that he's gone. It's not as painful to be at home; he's not wandering around, talking to the dog, playing NES, or watching ESPN. Everytime I'm home and he's home, I want to go to him, put my arms around ( Read more... )

He's going to go see Quantum of Solace.
Without me.
I wonder if there's someone else he's going with, and i'm jealous.
Even if he's going alone, I should still be with him.
I'm angry. Even if I had some issues to work out, he should have told me. I should have been clued into what was going on. I could have fixed it.

It's strange. Doing the homework my shrink gave me, I realize what my initial thoughts are when i think of Joe. I think things like, 'he's gone. It's over. he's going to go for good." Of course those thoughts make me sad ( Read more... )