Hey there little red riding hood...

Last one is most def my ass. Thing is SO short.

Earlier this week

I feel as though Nathan is one of those unobtainable goals I have set for myself. One that I will break my neck trying to achieve. New Zealand is a long way away. As much as I don't want to admit it, I am losing hope. Dreaming of being in his arms is one of the most wonderful thoughts I could ever conjure, but its power is beginning to wane. This is not to say I am admitting defeat. That'd take a helluva lot. It's not like I'm really waiting for him, in the sense that most wait (or the way I think anyhow). I go on dates, I have sex, all sorts of things. He encourages me, oddly enough. So what is this? A note filled with sorrow? Regret? Guilt?

Quoi?!!?!?

Raul called me AGAIN!!!!!!

what. the. fuck.

More to post later. Things happened and much thinking was done over the past week.

Goddamnit

And now I'm crying over Jason. I fucking hate this shit.

*salivate*

Kiera Knightly as Domino. Totally fuckable. That stomach, those hips. Sometimes I think that I'm still not completely straight. I probably never will be. *sigh* Oh well.

I really need to pack. Like really really. I haven't even started. I need to start laundry too. God I'm a procrastinator. And a lazy ass.
Really wanted to kill myself at 10.12. Not certain why.
I miss my wife. I talked to her briefly today. I was rambling. Probably made no sense. Left her stunned, I'm sure. But I think most conversations with me end like that. Mainly when I'm in a damn good mood.
It's so funny getting all this attention at the airport. Still am not used to it. I mean yes I'm used to getting checked out and all that shite, but actually getting pursued. That's different. Raul fucking called me TWICE today?!?!?! Twice yesterday. Persistant little bastard, isn't he? Must say, stalker vibes are quite a turnoff.
Haven't talked with Joss in two days. I know, I'm ridiculous. I normally talk to her at least twice a day. Generally it's a ten minutes conversation. Most of the time it's just to tell her that something happened or so that she can reassure me, or make me stop crying. *loves my Joss*
Everyone at work seems to think that Joe has a Napoleon complex. I don't see it. At all. Nick seems to be the only one that doesn't think so. "He just has a really weird sense of humor, I don't think people get that." I don't see what that has to do with N. complex, but hey, whatever. Natalie told me to just wait until I was done with training.
Yay! 25 ish more minutes and I get to talk to Nathan! *squee* I miss him and haven't talked to him in...four days. I think.

Incoherant ramblings much?