I had trouble convincing myself to fall asleep which means I had trouble waking up. I laid in bed with my legs hanging off onto the floor for like 10 minutes. Just couldn't get all the way out. I hate that shit. I do like working day though. Getting home at 2 is nice.
Ryan bought me this stuffed penguin when he was at Sea World last weekend. I named it Steve because Ryan looks like Steve from Blue's Clue's. He's fucking cute. I slept with him last night (the penguin not Ryan).
Sometimes I think I should leave Dave for someone younger. It's not even that I really want to. I just feel like an 18 year old and a 30 year old shouldn't be together. Like he's keeping me from being a kid and I'm keeping him from being an adult...or something. I don't know. I do miss having a boyfriend my age sometimes. Staying out all night and causing mischief. But Dave makes me happy...fuck I don't know. I love the man, what can I say? He's fucking great. I'm happy/lucky to have him. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to think about what it was like to have a boyfriend I could be a child with.
I'm really tired today. I ate breakfast for once. One egg over medium and a couple slices of wheat toast. Good girl.
Someone's calling. I don't answer phones here. It's not my cell it's not my problem.