is love less than, more than, or equal to?

10 hours of sleep + no hang over + just registered for fall classes and feel good that i am back on track to attaining that ever distant and elusive college degree (i ought to list professional student on my resume)= cheery personality at work.

i was actually feeling good at work today, can you believe it? i hate that fucking place.

and though i know that when chris comes in a month and then will leave a month later, it will probably be the last time i see him in a long time or maybe forever, i'm okay with that. actually, i'm really excited. i have one month of good sex to look forward to...how can a girl complain?

of course, when he comes here, i will probably get all fucking wrapped up into him again...and then i'll feel like going back to austria with him.

but i can't.

cause i don't speak german, i need my white rice, and theres no beach. uh, huh, wheres the love? its sad, but thats what it comes down to, i guess. love < white rice and salt water. sad, so sad.

what has come of me? i am such a cynic now. i miss that girl who could fall in love blindly. i really miss her.

hmm...now i feel like crap.