I'm at Jamies. Its our day. We're playing house. Although he's on the phone. But its for something of purpose, so I can forgive him.

I wish more people read my journal. And if more people do, I wish they'd let me know. I feel so alone in the diaryland world.

I love when Jamie holds me from behind and rests his head on my shoulder. It's these times that I feel like I'm completly his.

So, last night helped me so much. How I wrote about my options. I think what I want to do is be an interior decorator AND own my own bar. It's sounds like the "hip" thing to do. And as you know, my life long aspiration is to be "hip"...and a MILF.

Ok...the randomness is over.