I don't speak monkey

Well huh. Feels sucky. all dried up.
I hate when the whole conversation is precursed. Cursed before it ever had a chance to happen. Throws me off- I dont know what to do then, flips that switch.

Today the checkout clerk wrote "youre gorgous" on the back of my reciept- he didnt strike me as a flatterer or anything- but then he made this little comment that made me feel really good- regardless of if it was sincere or whatever. It was nice. A stranger made me feel better than a loved one. I saved that reciept- should I ever need to return what was on it.

I see where certain insecurities could have lead a friend to do things that in the long run she wasn't proud of. It is hard, and hard to resist that strange comfort that comes from filling a craving.

I wish games didn't have to be played, but I guess if you want to win ultimately you have to use some strategy. I just wish I knew the rules... they are just so hard to read!

I guess I will go to bed- and when I cant sleep, call everyone but the one I want to talk to the most, because I want to win.