yesterday was his last day of work.. I'm kind of prooud of him. but the job he wants, means he's going to be working a lot more than before. I almost feel like he picked that to spite me. I had a dentist appointment at 8 am on friday which was brutally early and I was 8 minutes late because the traffic is bad then and so I went to visit him at work... I work a tight-ish more like fitted... long sleeve and jeans that aren't baggy but aren't tight.. they're cute... had my hair i a high pony and some serious jackie-o sunglasses... nothing different from usual... certainly didn't have enough time to actually think through what I was wearing. after I left he texted me and told me I looked cute. I smiled for a while because of that... cause that means he was thinking about me after the fact.. sometimes i feel like I try so hard to impress him when, all i get is the same reaction (if any) than I do when I wear a big t shirt with some basketball shorts. I want him to notice me sometimes... maybe event he times that I try to get dressed up for him.. it fails. we went out to dinner with erin and brandon and brandon's brother.. the food was disappointing but we had a good time. he still didn't talk much but he laughed a lot which is good. he said he had a head ache so he didn't get his margarita like I promised him. when we got home he just went straight to sleep. he held me a little tighter than usual last night.. but he went straight to sleep. I got frustrated because I got this great new shirt dress thing and it was cute and low cut and I wore the great super skinny jeans with heels and had my hair in like this french twist deal and I looked great.. I tried... and I never try so friggan ugh. It's 4 and I haven;t done much. I should shower and go do my things. fuckkk.