December 21, 2009

It smells like Mac&Cheese in here and I’m hungry, there’s a pizza place next door calling my name, or rather “2 slices and a pop for 5$”, which is just as distracting.

But tonight I’m going for dinner with my aunt and this morning I had eggs made for me for breakfast so I could take’r easy on the Caloriefest.

Although there’s a Subway up the street and I hear it’s nice outside.

Yesterday I had a burger with bacon and swiss cheese on it; I didn’t even eat half but I was stuffed and felt nauseous drinking coffee later.

Coffee has been upsetting my stomach a lot lately and I don’t know why.

Saturday I woke up and had pancakes and an omelette made for me and it was divine and well-worth feeling bloated and gross for the next hour. The Aunt Jemima Bloats are a small price to pay.

Friday night I didn’t have dinner but ate melba toast and dips and wine with VicPa and Ty and this guy I used to mess around with texted me and said he was thinking about me and what was I up to?

I told him drinking with my boyfriend and one of my besties and he said it was about time I got a boyfriend and I told him it was about time a guy appreciated how awesome I was, yes.

Then he stopped texting me.

I forgot what an asshole he is.

Then a friend of my ex messaged me on the ‘ol FB to tell me that he thought that what my ex did to me was uncool and inappropriate and I deserved better and I told him that I knew that already but I appreciated him letting me know.

Almost two years later and people are still realizing what a clusterfuck that all was.

But now things are better.

I have my cute place and my fab friends and boyfriend and sex on the reg and the Subway I went and bought after writing that 3rd paragraph is super tasty.

So things are definitely pretty stellar.