Sally is coming next week! I am going to hog her. We're not really that close, but at least she's someone who likes going out and meeting people. I figure I'll let her do all the dirty work, and then I'll take the friends she finds for us and keep them once she goes back home. Sounds like a good plan, I think. I have several days off next week, and it'll work out perfectly. Maybe I'll meet guys. That would be nice.
I was thinking last night about how I think I'm over him, but even thinking about him falling in love with some other girl, who isn't nearly as perfect as I am, and totally changing his attitude. I guess I should be happy if he is happy, because that's what love is supposed to be, and I AM happy, I just would rather he was happy with me. Then I tell myself that I am so much better off without him dragging me down (because that's what he was doing) and I shouldn't care anymore. I was just kind of attached to him, that's all. Like when a friend dies. Or something.
I think I'll go buy some capris so I can walk around outside without dying tomorrow. Shorts are a no-no, with my skin as white as it is. I can get away with capris. Ridgedale Mall and Old Navy (and maybe a Petco along the way because I want a dove), here I come!