Date: Feb. 18, 2003 Time: 7:36 PM My current mood is: Back from my trip And now I am back. After 6 days completely saturated with Jon, he has just left and I sit with an aching in my throat and heart, holding back any remnence of sadness. Thursday is when he came up here and slept over, then Friday he took a test for this job he applied for, unfortunatly he failed it. We then drove down to the Cape. It was so nice and so much fun, we didn't even do that much, infact we barely left the hotel room the whole time (the fun part *wink wink nudge nudge*). It was so cool just spending every minute with him! For Valentine's Day he made me a card on the computer with a picture of the ocean he picked out, he said he looked for different pictures to find one that had all the colors of my eyes *blush*! He bought me a compus because I say I need direction in life :) And he bought me all these small scented votive candles. I bought him a card, a red stuffed dog that we named Zoe (short for Zoloft, don't ask lol) and a box of chocolates...and I also bought some sexy lingerie ;) I admit, I had some trouble at the begining part. I mentioned that I puked again in my last entry, I then threw up a couple more times. Once was when we went out to eat, both of us looking down at our barely half eaten plates, Jon exclaimed "That's what happens when two anorexics go out for dinner" and laughed, I just sat silent, suddenly everything turning dark at the mention of that word, depression setting in, the only recourse was to rid myself, afterwhich I came back to the table all bubbly and smiley, everything suddenly grand. Anyway, the point being, I just wasn't doing well. I mean of course I was having a great time with him, but food-wise not good. My digestive system started going downhill fast again, and pretty much the whole trip I felt really sick every time I ate. At one point I knew....I knew that he knew my secret. I was feeling very sick after eating, and he offered to go out and buy me Mylanta or something. I said ok sure, but then suddenly he wouldn't. He just refused...and I could tell, I knew that he thought I would puke. The next day he asked me if I make myself puke and reluctently I told him yes I do/did, and we had a long talk about it. I felt more comfortable telling him because he also pukes, and I swear I almost asked him for tips! I mean he's a hands free purger...all he does is THINKS about puking and then he does. But it was really cool having that talk with him, he wasn't mean at all to me, he's so awesomely understanding. He's so supportive and caring, I couldn't ask for someone to be more understanding then he is. After that I felt a lot better and haven't puked since then. We ended up staying later then planned because of the HUGE snowstorm we got. We got 27 1/2 inches!!! That's fucking insane! So we stayed an extra night, I called my work today to tell them I couldn't come and of course my manager Cathrine was a huge bitch about it, like it's MY fault we got a gigantic blizzard? If she even gives me shit about it I'm quitting, I refuse to feel guilty for calling in to work on account of 27 1/2 inches of snow. Anyway in conclusion I had an awesome time and now I am sad without my Jon :( I hope he moves here soon!! I hate my life without him in it. Leave a message Last Entry ~ Next Entry Enter email to occasionally get special or pointless updates: