Vicodin and Quesadillas........on the rocks.

So, I decided it was about time to post again. It's been a while and for all of you 2 loyal readers I'll tell you, it hasn't been easy. The sex therapist has not been sitting on her ass eating bonbons I'll tell you that. I discovered yesterday some information that I don't think I was supposed to know about the last guy I dated (we're apparently attempting friendship now). It was pretty hurtful. Basically makes me look like I never existed in his life. He was hiding me apparently which doesn't make a girl feel very good and I had a little bit of a nervous breakdown. Ok kids, I'm alright now but yesterday I left work puking, went home, took vicodin, got really high and then slept and cried a whole bunch. Now, I know that to all you readers this may sound like the best time ever, but I'll assure you, it was not. It was actually pretty disheartening. Crying is nice when it gets the bad OUT, well this was the kind that just reminds you why you're crying and then makes you cry more cause you feel bad. So, Crying happened, which would normally give me a monster headache but BONUS! I was on Vicodin! No pain whatsoever........my roomate noticed not only that I was high as a kite but that I had thrown everything off the kitchen table. (apparently while I was high I got a little angry and played "let's clear of the table" with a swift brush of my arm) good times. So, apparently after you've been puking all day and then taken vicodin, you get really hungry. Hence........Quesadillas. I LOVE QUESADILLAS. I ate myself a Quesadilla and then proceeded to flirt with the boy I want more than words can say....I talk about him Here.
I've been trying valiantly to get into his heart and pants in a slow sort of "move in as a friend" manner but all that went out the window last night and he DID flirt back which I think is a good sign. Now to get rid of the girlfriend..............