I've been at my dad's for a week now. I'm tired of being jammed into a corner, I miss my Lady, I'm sick of Chinese cooking. I want a job, I want my own place so bad I can taste it.
Then, to top it off, in a moment of weakness, I signed up for Match.com. Had a guy respond to me. We were talking good, I thought we had hit it off. . . until he asked for a picture. I posted one to my profile, and he responded, "Thanks. I don't think we're a good match." I just want to go somewhere and cry. I know I'm fat. I know he said in his profile that he was looking for someone fit. I thought we could get past that though.
I can haz hugs?