hey, I know whats going on
2002-08-05 / 9:48 p.m.

He's been super nice to me today. He even offered me a second slice of pizza.

Yesterday we had this huge fight and he called me fat and ugly (ok maybe not those words but he sure as hell meant it) and unattractive (he did say that one). What a rat fuck bastard he is.

He's a fucking hypocrit.

"At least I go to the gym", he says.

Yes he sure does and then he eats like a cow. Hey lets have a super sized McD's meal and add on an extra cheeseburger or filet o' fish.

Then he gets pissed off that I wanted to eat a salad two nights in a row and go to the gym.

"Don't go for me, go for yourself" he says with disgust.

Oh, and he said I was a downer at Disneyland. I made everyone miserable. Hey, I couldn't help it that my heels were killing me. I went to the hotel early one night so I wouldn't be a drag and slow them down.

Asshole.

He says he doesn't even like me all that much anymore.

Fine, leave then.

I took out all my clothes from our closet and put them in the computer room closet. For the first time in our 10 years of marriage, we have seperate closets.

Big deal right? Yeah it is actually. We've never really had his side, her side of the closet, ever. Our clothes get hung up wherever there's room. I always thought that was kinda cool. Stupid but cool.

I don't know...Right now I'm too tired to care.

End rant.