darkluna | what's a patootie, anyway?

Had a very nice day with the ex-turned-roommate yesterday. We went shopping, and I actually enjoyed it, probably because I discovered that I really am a size 10 for the first time in...um, a long time. I bought jeans and shirts and the dang dishes I've been wanting that the ex hates. :-) We were completely incompatible in the dinnerware department. I love my plain white dishes with a blue stripe, but he's a chef boy and always wants the kind of dishes food arrives on in artfully arranged stacks.

He did try to convince me that sleeping together wouldn't change our friend status, but I'm too smart to fall for that one. One of my few rules for relationships is No Breakup Sex. He's pouting because I've lost weight. He says I'm not allowed to get cuter after breaking up with him.

Well, tough patooties.

My nose is sunburned, and I feel like Rudolph. I feel like I could drive myself through fog without headlights.

My hair came out a very cool mulberry color.