Apparently, I had more to say than I anticipated.

I feel it's time for some blogging. But because nothing exciting at all has happened (story of my life right now before I get my ass into motion in this town) it's mostly gonna be small tidbits that I have thought about the last days.

Firstly, asshole ex that you can find a late-night-pondering-post about here, sent a friend request to me on MyFace. I admire that he has withheld any MyFacings so far and just now became a member, but how about hells the no? Everytime I see/hear of/find something that reminds me of him, I realise that I haven't actually processed him enough to either forgive or forget. Apparently, I'm not very good at that, in his case. It may mostly be caused by my sense of shame for letting him treat me the way he treated me and how I let him dimish my (as you all know, sparkly and wonderful!) personality to a shell of what I would turn out to be when I left him and found me a new life in a new place.

Also, I'm practicing drinking coffee. Of course, right now with chocolate milk instead of just drinking it straight, because I'm a girl. And a wimp. And not used to coffee. I'm sure my teeth will love that I'm beginning to like it.

And, bf and I have been all serious and fixed stuff. Like clearing up old memberships and cancelling unused old credits and I actually threw away my credit card and we cancelled this and that and made serious calculations of economy and I haven't eaten chocolate in two days and I spent my last 120 dollars on a bike and we used napkins last night at dinner instead of a roll of toilet paper. I feel so grown up. Poor, broke, but grown up.

Now, me exclaiming my poor- and brokedom doesn't mean that we are broke and poor, it just means that my "Oh I can buy that nail polish because it's MY money and like, it's only three dollars"-money is out. And since I'm not a mooch, I don't ask bf for stuff apart from like moisturizers because I would look like a cancer sick mummy without it. And we all know that bf has a bit higher standard than that. After all, I wore makeup the night we met.

Speaking of that, I should order some henna.. with the little cash I have left on my bank account that actually belongs to bf. But he would want me to look pretty, right?

But, one thing that makes me feel a tad younger is that I'm officially unemployed but counts as a youth which gives me exactly no perks but at least I get to hang out with the TEENAGERS at the unemployment office. You know, people that are born like.. 1992. It's sick and twisted. Also, applying for jobs suck the donk-ay's balls in a smelly toilet at a gas station in an inbred part of whatever country is the worst country. What's up with the "Register at our page, and then apply!"?

Can't I just apply? It's not like I SHOP in your shops, I just WANT A FRIGGIN JOB. GIEFS!