Tonight I am going out with the girls, I'm pumped. I haven't been out and about since before I got fired from Carrabba's two weeks ago. Cabin Fever is setting in a wee bit.
I don't go out nearly enough, I feel like I really don't have any friends. I have people I like, and people I like to be around, but no one that I really trust with all my secrets. I can honestly say, there is not a single person on Earth that really knows everything about me. It's very sad. I'm going to have to start making an effort to enjoy people more, the more time I spend alone the more I realize I hate it. The worst part is that I don't even know how to meet people other than folks I work with. I guess you do what you can with what you have.
I have lost 6 pounds in the last two days. I know it isn't the healthiest weight loss, but I really hope it keeps up. 17 more pounds and I am where I was when I got to college. I was hawt when I got to college. Just sayin.
Lewis is coming home from the beach either tonight or Sunday. Who knows, really. I am really tired of being in the house alone, so I hope he comes home tonight, but at the same time I don't want to deal with his fiance this weekend so I really hope he doesn't. I kind of dislike her when she is drunk, which is the way she is every time I see her.
I really miss being in love. It's not so much that I miss my ex anymore, it's that I miss the way he made me feel. I want to make fun of penguins, cook ridiculous southern food, get chased around and tickled, call someone and rant, say silly pet names, wake up next to someone I really really care about. I'm so emo.
I have been craving Italian food for a week now. There is a good possibility that I will satisfy that craving tonight. Not with goat cheese and lemon butter and bread and oil, but maybe with some spaghetti or frozen pizza. Again, I'm pumped.
It's good...to have a chi hammer....at the ready.
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