I totally sick of my fucking boyfriend. We're just sitting there enjoying our evening watching tv, eating etcand I realized that I misplaced some checks I wanted to deposit tomorrow. Some I'm looking around (and mind you it's not alot of money, and I know it its'nt truly lost) but he just, out of blue says with such a mean spirit: "Maybe you shouldnt have lost them". No fucking shit, sherlock! ?But why would you do that? Why wouldnt you be instead, like, "sweety i'm sorr you misplaced them". Fact is, random acts of meanness make me hate him and I don't how much longer I can take it. I mean I love hi and all but he has the random mean streak that pops up without warning.
Today was a wonderful one for me, I just learned that my dear little sister, Cara, was given a part in a Ben Stiller movie,..it's just a few lines and she's not even an actress but you know she's a college student (just two years my junior) and she could use the dough. Cool, right?
Meanwhile I continue to live and grow and learn. Some bumps along the way, but not everything is easy, right?
I miss the country. Horses. Clean air. NYC life is kinda hard, but satisfying.