Yesterday was my 22nd birthday. Not much happened.
My ex-boyfriend Anthony called me at like 1:30 am- I was at a party- and told me that he's wanted to call me for 7 months, that he misses me everyday, that I have to know how much he misses me. And some XXX stuff I'm not gonna repeat. It was good for my self-esteem, but what a LOSER! Don't feel bad for him; if you knew him you'd agree with me.
You know, I've got Anthony telling me how much he likes me, Ron telling me how cool I am... you would think I'd just be really loving myself right now. But the people that actually matter to me tell me I'm cold. I guess it all evens out.
Oh, Ron and I aren't doing it anymore, and that's fine with me. I like Felipe (again).
I just woke up from a dream in which I used the Kaballah (spelling?) to find a boyfriend.
I don't know if it's because it's spring and everyone is horny or what, but it seems like all my friends are hooking up. So guess what I wished on my birthday cake?