Okay, yesterday sucked. Mr. Socialite will now be referred to as Mr. Drama Queen in any further reference. Because 1) he's a drama queen, all he needs is a freakin tiara, and 2) he's one of those guys that doesn't take no for an answer and when he doesn't get what he wants he acts like I'm the bitch.
Yesterdays in take was pathetic at best, a tablespoon, maybe, of peanut butter, a can of green beans with hot sauce and a few spoonfuls of cool whip lite. Yuck. I wanted pizza but when I got to the only pizza place in town Mr. Drama Queen was there...with another woman. go figure. Why do I even bother (and this was only like, two hours after he called and begged me to go to dinner with him, and bring my son...NO!).
Today I've decided to go for the pizza that I was craving last night. I figure since I'm not craving it (and I'm not starving) I can control my urge to eat the whole thing. Yum, can't wait!
I need to get to peoples diaries, I know, I try but in the winter our wireless is iffy, and there is somebody that keeps hacking ours and making it super slow. *shakes fist* so if you wonder why I'm not posting like a mad woman, thats why...I can't get online. *insert sad face here*