Okay, so it's been a month of... of everything passing on so quickly ( Read more... )

Okay, so. Hmm. God ( Read more... )

I hate Spain ( Read more... )

Today is my 8th anniversary. Eight years with the guy I've loved for a just a little over that... it's great, it should be great, at least. Only it's not. He's in stupid Sevilla and I'm at home and it's not great at all ( Read more... )

Soon, in one point in time, I'm going to stop bitching. I hope I will run out of things that ruin my day/life ( Read more... )

Life in an apartment that's only ten minutes from work/school and not one hour and fifteen is heaven. It really, really is. Everyone should try it. *giggles ( Read more... )

I really, REALLY need to learn how to start ignoring him. He's going to Rome with his friends (two girls, I might add, that he lives with) for Easter (four days, as far as I know) and I should be happy and not bitter. I should pretend I don't give a fuck ( Read more... )

Why do you make a post? Because you want to, because you need to? Like right now, I want to make a post for various reasons. Because Jose and I talked early this morning and somehow got our wires crossed and ended up having a fight. Not really a fight, more like... more like I was missing him and I wanted him to say something nice to me ("darling, ( Read more... )

Jose can be such a pain in the ass. He hasn't been gone twenty hours and he's already bugging the hell out of me. I'm going out with Karen and Pedro (planned, like, two weeks ago, because for the past month I've been ignoring my friends in order to give Jose my undivided attention) and Jose goes all "are you going to get in the MSN?". I tell him no ( Read more... )

Jose leaves today.

His plane departs at 8pm and I will be with him at the airport. I'm trying very hard not to get sad, which means I'm getting mad. It's just my copping mechanism. I'm weird like that.

I get one month a year while Sevilla gets eleven. I really don't think that's even close to fair.