The next morning feeling loved

It's Monday. I reactivated my Facebook account and I'm trying really hard to NOT beg for my family's attention through it. I know, I sound incredibly pathetic.

Despite my Eeyore mood, Keith, Keely, Kevin, and Alex have been there for me. Among many others. I've gotten lots of hugs, impromptu visits, and lots of support. But it's one of those things, you know? Where you get the love and care from everyone except from the people who you need it from. I need it from my family.

Okay, so I'm going to attempt to not sound like a depressed person. Let me explain my smile worthy two nights. This is my first attempt at cheerfulness in awhile.

Friday night I met the cutest lesbian couple from Boston ever with Keely. We had a sleepover. We played board games together. Got breakfast together. Arm wrestled in a very lesbian fashion. Sat in the sun and chatted.

Saturday evening Keely and her sister came to my place. We went plant and spray paint shopping. Drank a little bit after a brief Mexican food detour. I gave Keely a legit manicure and pedicure, which was so much fun. Then Keith and Kevin decided to play too.

Kevin and I roasted marshmallows over the fire pit in our backyard. We fed them to Keely and Keith. Which was all sorts of kinky. At least when I was feeding them to Keely. And then we spent some quality hookah time surrounded by lit tiki torches and angry mosquitoes.

Then Alex got home from his multi-day long absence and gave me the biggest hug ever.

I woke up the next morning feeling loved. By everyone except for my family.