Widowed

I am currently inhaling a healthy breakfast consisting of ramen noodles and a can of coke.

Yesterday Boyfriend left. He moved away from here to find happiness in another place (ie, an actual job), now I'm a distance widow. It sucks balls. Already. So yesterday morning I did what is expected of a girlfriend when the boyfriend is just about to leave for an extended period of time. I got down on my knees and did my job, ...which in this case means that I helped scrub his floor and do the last cleaning of his apartment. We ceremoniously closed his door and then I saw to it that he would have a romantic and luscious picture of me in his head when he drove off. By crazy crying, all red and swollen and runny nose. Yes, I rock.

Then I did what any human would do instead of crying, I cleaned. Like stuff I never clean and always is too lazy to clean. Like my shower drape, it's shiny sparkly right now. Then I cleaned my room. Then I watched people scream and run for four hours, one of which was shared with Bf on Skype. What an awesome sunday.

There's nothing left to do.
Apart from becoming a workoutoholic.