Whew!

I just finished my first fight with my boyfriend... well, I don't think it qualifies as a fight... maybe a slight disagreement... I guess it's my fault, I said some things that turned out to be kind of offensive and insulting... but we've straightned it all out... and since we're 3,000 miles apart, there can't be any make up kisses... *cries*... well, maybe when I get back...
Sometimes I have trouble saying things... sweet things... like "I love you" or "I miss you"... and that's supposed to be the guy's job! The girl's supposed to be able to say anything... I think there's something wrong with me... well, actually, I think it's because of past experiences... I told my ex-boyfriend how I felt about him, and voila, now he's an ex... his excuse: I was obsessive and stalker-ish... and that's what he told all his friends and now they think I'm a freak... now everybody at that school thinks I'm a loonatic... fun fun fun!! *weak smile*
Ugh... they're playing a Beatles remake on the radio... in the words of one of my partners in crime, Neptunia, Beatles songs should be illegal to remake...
Now we're ordering food from a good Italian restaurant... mmm, Italian...
But never, NEVER as good as Enzo's, my beloved Italian restaurant back home...
It serves my beloved Italian food, pesto pasta... but they do it better than ANYONE... however, Branwyn's mom can make a mean pesto dish... But still not as good as Enzo's!!
Me, I can't cook, AT ALL... I can't even make those pasta packages that you'd have to be a complete loser to screw up... I can 't even make Easy Mac! And sandwiches? I can't make those, either... It's a goddamn sandwich! How hard can it be? I just fail...
And what really gets me is when people say that I *can't* eat meat... I *can* eat anything I want, I just choose not to eat certain things due to my opinions. What should be said is, "She won't eat meat". So there!