Free food is good food
My sister is in Italy, I have the apartment completely to myself and...that's where the story ends. There is something very wrong with this. I'm itching to make a big meal...if anyone wants to come over?
I've felt a lot better since talking to Danny. Telling him about Paulo. Or...telling him the bit I did. And he thinks I'm doing the right thing with staying out of it all. Not that I need him telling me that, but...it just helps. The support.
And he didn't look at me in any odd way. I didn't tell him how serious Paulo and I had been, for how long..don't even think I told him Paulo was married...had kids...but all the same, I talked to him. To someone. And it felt good.
I think I might call Sheldon next weekend, if I haven't heard from him by then. Invite him over to hang out before Kala comes home. It'd be...nice. To see him. Oh hell, I'm blushing. This is bad.
I've felt a lot better since talking to Danny. Telling him about Paulo. Or...telling him the bit I did. And he thinks I'm doing the right thing with staying out of it all. Not that I need him telling me that, but...it just helps. The support.
And he didn't look at me in any odd way. I didn't tell him how serious Paulo and I had been, for how long..don't even think I told him Paulo was married...had kids...but all the same, I talked to him. To someone. And it felt good.
I think I might call Sheldon next weekend, if I haven't heard from him by then. Invite him over to hang out before Kala comes home. It'd be...nice. To see him. Oh hell, I'm blushing. This is bad.