Jealousy

My baby is at the Neon Indian concert tonight! I love the fact that he can pick up and go somewhere suddenly and have fun doing it; he never needs to plan anything ever. The sad thing about that is I can never move in with him (which I've been thinking about for some reason), and sometimes I'm jealous when he spends time away.


I'm not jealous that my boyfriend has his attention fixed on other things; I'm jealous of the fact that his attention is not fixed on me (I got that from the newer edition of The Ethical Slut, which is one of my favorite books now). I feel that I'm not supposed to say these things, but sometimes I don't feel appreciated and loved, mainly because I  measure appreciation and love with the time someone spends with me. He and I both know that I like to spend more time with him than he does with me, and we've both agreed to deal with it. I just wish sometimes that I didn't have to.


And I still want to live with him. He's so super clean! I would cook and he would clean. Too bad he doesn't have a job. That pretty much ruins it. 


Danielle