It's been hell.

I feel like I should make a list of all the things that have happened this past week. Just give you the bullets and not elaborate. But that would just spark questions that quite frankly, I'm not ready to answer. Not ready and not willing.

My love life is a complete and utter mess. I don't know what to do about it. I'm all out of ideas as to how to make it work. Or maybe I really am just expecting too much from the boy. It's just that, I'm so tired of this roller coaster ride I'm on, that jumping off and getting run over by it seems like a good idea.

Meh.

Good things. Good things have happened too. I should probably mention that. It's not like my life is one big giant reel of horrific tragedies after the other. It does have some good scenes. Once in a while. Like, I lost weight. And... I finally learned how to put on make-up. Scoff if you will but damnit, that's a big thing for somebody so opposed to being girly.

Oh and... I went to the drugstore the other night and this guy walked over to me and started asking me if I could tell him which pain reliever is better. So I answered. He said thanks and I said welcome. Well, I said, "De nada" and then he turned around and started talking in Spanish, all animated like and shit. It was almost heartbreaking to tell him that aside from the words that Ernie and Bert taught me, I know next to no Spanish.

So I thought that was that. I paid for my stuff and went out. He ran after me. Asked for my number. I told him I had a boyfriend. He said, "Boyfriend... not husband. You're still fair game."

It did wonders for my self-esteem. After the beating it took lately.... it deserved that little break.

I'm not all that bad looking. Whaddyaknow?

Almost makes me sad that I didn't give him my real number. This whole staying faithful shit is my one-way express ticket to Spinsterville.

Oh well.