this is me, i'm now on match trixie1167. i really need a date. can't you help me out?

so, mm got his package. he said that i rock. i'm not sure i rock. i so want him to be happy. i don't know how to do that. i know that i can't make anyone happy. i can help them to be happy, but they have to decide they want to be happy. i'm not sure that he is one of those people that want to be happy. does that make sense? like speed. i don't think he really wants to be happy. if he does, he sure hides it well. i miss him too. i miss having someone to hang with, but i don't miss the aggravation that came with him. i don't miss the 3-4 phone calls a day. and i don't miss feeling less than what someone wants. like i'm not worthy. i don't miss that at all. i want someone who wants to spend as much time with me as i do with him.

this weekend was all about my dad's puppies. doogie tried to run away when i was purchasing my girlscout cookies. i opened the door, and all the dogs went out to greet the leader and the girlscout. daisy took off to eat cat poop in the bushes, and then doogie took off in the other direction. since daisy knows where she lives, i left to chase after doogie. he was half way to safeway before the girlscout leader caught him. stupid dog. when i got back to the house, daisy was also back from her adventure. she was wondering why i shut the front door.

working is hard. not that i'm not productive, because i am. i've been working on this report, generated in cold fusion. i've only asked one question of my technical resource, the ultra cool Dan Skaggs, and i've got one more problem left to solve... totals. one would think that i would be happy with my feat... i am actually... look at the code. it is so dynamic. it will interface with a web form... i'm very proud. but the stress level surrounded with "did i get the job" is starting to eat at me. there have been no clues, and people have been distant. oh well. i'll lunch with mar and anne. maybe that will help.