"What the hell's wrong with you, Slutty? You've been on your rag all month?" Polish

I found myself crying on two seperate occasions today.  I say I'm over things.  I put on a strong resolve and my stone face.



 This song played while I was cooking steaks for dinner during a The Hills marathon with my DVR, a biore nose pad and my apricot face scrub.  Hey, every now and then u gotta bitch out.  I remember going grocery shopping with Dante and this song was stuck in my head so I started singing it and got it stuck in his head and we spent the entire car ride home trying to get the video to play on his phone.  It made me think of happier times.  When things were simple between Dante and I.  I still don't understand where it got so twisted.  I'm crying now.

I told Dante I want to concentrate more on moving on and being friends than dwelling on what went wrong between us.  I don't know how true that statement is but it's probably the best thing to do for the both of us.



I saw this video on another blog I check out of a guy who learned sign language for his boy friend who is really immersed in the deaf community earlier and again, the tears came.  Bah.  My vagina's showing.