vinniebatman

Hm...Its late, and I feel like composing a good and bad list.

Good:

Nutella. I don’t own any as I devour it heedlessly, but sweet jesai, ‘tis ambrosia!!

Bad:

When Livejournal says my comment didn’t post, so I post it again, and then discover that yes, it did indeed post, so it looks like I posted a comment twice, like some psycho-nut-job. I am paranoid not only of one day crossing the line and going insane, but of being percieved of as insane.

Good:

That feeling I get after actually exercising. I'm tired, but glad.

Bad:

How my feet hurt from those crappy shoes I used. Also, not having a sports bra; D cups slamming into my diaphram makes jogging difficult.

Good:

Being happy for the friends that are in decent relationships that a good for them.

Bad:

Feeling somewhat bitter and jealous because that affection seems so far removed from my realm of possibility. I can't help but feel better.

Good:

Friends that try to cheer me up by telling me "someday."

Bad:

When the word "someday" starts to give me hope. Hope is the most dangerous weapon of all.