I feel a little badly because Eric went through all of this effort to pay for this account upgrade and I haven't been writing to it. So here we are. Happy 2007, or 007 James Bond Year as Joyce said. Made New Years Resolutions, namely to lose the weight and quit smoking. So far, in 22 days, I have been smoke free for 9 of them, though not 9 consecutive days, and I have lost 6.5 lbs, but have gained 3 since Friday (that is not 3 lbs taken away from the 6.5, rather 3 from the 9.5 I had lost). So over all not too bad for 3 weeks.

Other news, work is dull, B. is on sick leave and I am convinced that she is ditching her friends again because she has the boy in her life. I am pretty ticked that she has (again) blown off the her & I going down south so she can go with Mike, and she even went bathing suit shopping with him instead of me. It took her 2 weeks to call me and I am just, well, bitter and annoyed, though sadly not surprised.

I am trying hard to develop a crush on the "Pet Shop Boy", hoping it will help me to finally forget the last boy to break my heart. Not sure if that works though. Last night I had a bad dream (yes Eric, another nightmare) with 3 ex's (if Sean can even be considered an ex) in it. Jason, Mike and Sean, all who treated me... not to my liking and made me feel like crap. I really have to get this boy fear out of my system. Too much fragility.

And socialization is a word!

Sunday Sarah and I wrote our by the time we are 40 top ten list of things to do time capsule things. I still have to put mine in an envelope and put them in my underwear drawer.

What the hell does quixotic mean???

M.

Why is it that everyone that Eric sleeps with wants a relationhship with him??? am I mad because of envy or because of the fact that it ruins potential friendships for me or him or what?? Seriously! Is he that addictive???

Yay, I have found vegetarian poutine within easy walking distance. Yippie!!! How will this affect the diet.

I obviously liked this person much more than I am ever willing to admit.
Limerence??

The biggest thing that has happened since my last post is that I have gotten to the point with fighting with my upstairs neighbour that doesn't have regular loud sex, but might not be as bitchy if he did, where I wonder if his inability to ever apologise for bad behaviour, ever change his bad behaviour, or acknowledge said bad behaviour, will ultimately result in the end of a friendship. I would hope not, but it would seem that the person in question is being a stubborn ass, won't talk about his reasons for being this way and won't listen to how his behaviour is affecting the people around him. I care, but I am also tired of being the one who always has to broach the subject. Maybe he will learn to suck up his pride and deal with the issue rather than letting things fester to the point where they are irreparable. And in case he is unaware, that is a serious possibility.

This is for you dear. My first journal entry. Hope you are out having fun sex. I haven't heard any noises coming from upstairs yet though. And clean your room!

I didn't work on my essay. Bad bad me.

And I ate crap again. Did I say I was going to start dieting tomorrow??

Summary of the 13th. Alarm at 6:00, up at 6:40 (because I didn't go to bed until after 1AM). Home, snappy with Upstairs Boy, Nap, chat with Next Door Girls, and Upstairs Girl M2 and boyfriend that I thought she broke up with, but apparently they are now getting a rabbit together. Once again, I am reminded that my love life could be worse.

N.'s last day at work. Fun conversation with JOG re: pubic hair. Has told me that when I am ready to date a fireman, she will hook me up. Breakfast with fetus2, farewell lunch with work girls for N. Cleaned (a bit). Didn't do essay. Minor stalking. Was called a crazy cat lady by M2. Watched German sex fetish stuff on Showcase and Chronicles of Narnia. Overall kind of depressed and fat today. Yippee.

Is this what journal entries are supposed to be about?? Good thing Mr. A that you are my only on-line friend because you already know how neurotic I am.