What looks like crazy

I got a letter from my love and he gave me his password to go on his MySpace. So I will try again. I hope his friends write him. He has been so lonely and feels like no one cares. It's been a year but at least I will be able to say I did everything that I could. I worked today and it was not the best of days to be honest. But I really don't want to get into that right now. A man with tattoos came in a spider web and praying hands. I think the spider web means he has been in prison or struggled with addictions or problems. And the praying hands could mean he is Christian or a memorial for someone as well. To him personally what these things mean I didn't ask he was just a water guy but he was a very nice person he asked me how I was and said I seemed quiet today. At least he noticed I was frazzled and not having a good day. I wish I would have asked about the tattoos but I think his boss was with him. Tattoos fascinate me because they are silent stores. They tell of peoples lives and loves there ups and downs where they've been and where they would like to go. There is something so fascinating about telling a silent story on your body for the world to see then just writing words for the world to read. I myself want a tattoo. My first will be a star. I want it on my wrist. I've decided this because I feel like I am shooting for the stars. I have big dreams and want something more. But my love is my shining star he has guided my way and always has some nugget of advice for me that makes me think he is right. Sometimes he knows what's best for me before I even do. Then this couple I think came in and the guy was lean and had blonde streaks in his hair and a pierced ear and asked if we had a garbage so he could throw his cup away and I said yes and took the cup from him and then he said it was a lovely store and his girlfriend had long black hair. I think there is something so exotic about long black hair. I like the red I dyed my hair but in some light it doesn't look red enough but other times it looks perfect. I will keep it this way for a while longer and then I will be on to something else and try to reinvent myself yet again. Then this guy came in and being the dope I am I accidently knocked stuff over and I think he thought I was nervous around him or something because he told me he was looking for something for his girlfriend but I was not nervous I just had low blood sugar and felt like I was about to pass out because I was starving and did not eat lunch yet and I was frazzled about events that happened earlier in the day with my aunt. Then some other people came in and called with bad attitudes. And it seems like negativity transfers negativity. I hate that because then it puts me in a bad mood until I can get away from it and find some solace. But I came home and I bought some shorts because I don't have any but I found a pair that I really like that make me look hot and I feel good about myself in them so that put a smile on my face. So that's my day. I'm glad it's over it was exhausting but except for a few bouts here and there it was not too bad of a day. Oh yes and I read a book today called what looks like Crazy from Charlotte Hughes. She is a good author the book is funny. About a therapist whose patients are always doing something to her? One tries to blow her up one almost runs her over another's boyfriend tries to beat her up and then she is divorced from a firefighter her ex boyfriend who she works with is always trying to get into her pants and her mother and aunt are crazy people that collect junk. It's kind of funny really. But I did enjoy it.