He's getting frustrated with me. Distracted. By what i can't be sure. Soon i will not bother to even ask what is going on. Soon i will not want to hear.
Preparation for work. Get sexy. Shave legs. Shave elsewhere. Do hair. Tweeze eyebrows. Put on make-up. Pretend that they are people i would want to actually meet and get it done.
Hopefully cash flow will start to exist. No struggles to pay bills and eat as well. And if he quits, hopefully no strain. Which is impossible. There will be strain even if there are two incomes. Why think otherwise?
So unsatisfied. A thirst for something that i just can't reach, can't find. Not even sure what it is. But i am always reaching for it.
Miss him while he's gone. Sweet messages are sadly lacking.
12:47 a.m. - 2007-08-09
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