thank somebody, anyway.
matt is coming home tomorrow. i'm amazed at how anxious i am about it. i'm fucking antsy. i can't wait to see him.
i would be all coy and say it's because i haven't been laid in two weeks, but i don't think that's necessarily it, since sex is not a big thing for me anyway.
i don't know what it is, except that i love him, and i'm lonely, and god damn it i do want to have sex.
it's my last night of work tonight at red robin, and i'm going to try like hell to keep from eating everything in sight. then no more temptation, ever! thank christ!
or thank somebody, anyway.
the coolest song in the world right now is:rubber ducky