My OperaMy first time
Saturday, November 20, 2004 6:32:20 PM
I love Opera. I think it's pretty sexy.
So yeah, this will be my first Opera journal entry. I have another diary, but this one..well..it's more secret I suppose, because none of my friends know about it. Yet. So I suppose, for now, I can write what I want. Lucky me.
I went Christmas shopping with the girls today, and it was fun, and I was sad because I don't spend enough time with them any more. Not that I don't love spending time with him because obviously I do. But I never see them any more, and I don't like that.
At least I won't have as much work any more...now that he will be working there too, so that I can finally have a few evenings off. Well, from one to two, hardly drastic, but it will make a difference to me.
Sometimes I feel frustrated. It's hard when I feel frustrated. At the moment, I'm quite calm but a few minutes ago I wasn't and I didn't know what to do about him. But I love him and that will have to be good enough. Right? Of course.
I have no doubts, if it sounds like I do. Because I love him so so much. Not so much it hurts because that's a tired old cliche (funny, that...that tired old cliche is a cliche in itself), but I do love him. Just sometimes I want to scream. But that's normal. And it's all my fault anyway.
Woah, I wrote a lot. I feel bad for writing those things about him because it seems like I don't love him. But, oh my God, I do. So much.
xxx
So yeah, this will be my first Opera journal entry. I have another diary, but this one..well..it's more secret I suppose, because none of my friends know about it. Yet. So I suppose, for now, I can write what I want. Lucky me.
I went Christmas shopping with the girls today, and it was fun, and I was sad because I don't spend enough time with them any more. Not that I don't love spending time with him because obviously I do. But I never see them any more, and I don't like that.
At least I won't have as much work any more...now that he will be working there too, so that I can finally have a few evenings off. Well, from one to two, hardly drastic, but it will make a difference to me.
Sometimes I feel frustrated. It's hard when I feel frustrated. At the moment, I'm quite calm but a few minutes ago I wasn't and I didn't know what to do about him. But I love him and that will have to be good enough. Right? Of course.
I have no doubts, if it sounds like I do. Because I love him so so much. Not so much it hurts because that's a tired old cliche (funny, that...that tired old cliche is a cliche in itself), but I do love him. Just sometimes I want to scream. But that's normal. And it's all my fault anyway.
Woah, I wrote a lot. I feel bad for writing those things about him because it seems like I don't love him. But, oh my God, I do. So much.
xxx
