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2004-10-29 - 11:22 a.m. I love my boyfriend. Last night I was having one of those days, when you feel ugly and fat and wish you could just forget that you were alive. I was acting all grouchy (until I got high) but Baby was sweet to me, asking what was wrong and caressing me and making me almost forget that I was upset at all. I wouldn't tell him though, because men don't like to hear women complaining about how they look--they can't fathom it when they look at the woman and think she's gorgeous. Besides, I didn't want to repeat what I'm sure I've mentioned when I've had these days in the past... When I woke up to go to the gym this morning he said he wanted to know what was wrong the night before. I told him and he made love to me, then asked me if I felt beautiful yet. At times I'm convinced that I'm lucky to have such a wonderful man. :)
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