oh maturity. gimme a friggin' break already.

i silently, inmyhead(zombie), threw a babyfit when i didnt get anything for ME at ikea just now.
just a record shelf. which is cool, really. but notforme. so i hate it.

and when i admitted that i tend to put myself last and then resent him for letting me...he grabbed my hand, told me i was beautiful and thanked me profusely for not throwing a fit as per usual.

flattery is good, and FREE!

i drank margaritas for the first time in ages and they just made me so damned sleeepy.

tomorrow the freeworld ends and i become ma again. this is good, but scheduley. i like not scheduley. dinner no lunch. sleep no alarm. so on and so forth.

i think i'll mark the end of this era with twenty laps in the pool.

work off somma this sweet and sour. ole.

becky*