You're The Hand That Spins My Revolver Around...
Dammit this week has gone by too slowly. I am anxious. Bought cute clothes to wear for cute boyfriend. Want to see him every day and tell him everything but we never seem to have enough time to talk. I can't fucking wait until he gets down here and can be with me every day. I want him to get his dream job and be happy because he deserves it so goddamn much. Now that I'm sober I appreciate how wonderful he was to me back then, and that hasn't changed a bit. I don't want to say that I'm lucky to have him because luck is like faith...intangible. However I am really fucking grateful that I get a second chance with someone I've been in love with for 5 years. My life is slowly falling into place and I want to get up in the morning.
Such an improvement from tweaking and prison. Good grief.