Ok, so I'm starting to feel a little better.

The pity party is slowly coming to an end. Not to say that I don't still feel pretty crappy.....but I'm starting to realize Dayne is not the last man I'm ever going to love. Although it feels like that right now....someday in someway I will fall in love again. And when I do it'll be with someone who accepts me for my flaws and loves me for my quirkiness. I'm moving in 5 days. I need to start a new life without him.

Although I'd love to start a life with him....he does not feel the same way about me. (which makes me laugh because he told me I was everything he has and didn't know what he would do without me.....seems to me he's doing just fine.) Funny how this time last year he would tell me everyday he wanted to be my husband.....and a year later he can't even talk to me at work....why must men lie?!

Anyway.....I just hacked of the hair, got a new place, started taking yoga, and I'm slowly losing a few pounds. Granted I just found out I owe the freakin' government like $1400 (screw the system) and I'm actually starting to see a little light at the end of the tunnel. Now if I wasn't so terribly sexually frustrated I might be ok :) It's a hard transition from sex nearly everyday....to NOTHING....but I'll make it....I do still have that porn that looks like Liz....hahahahahahahahaha.....