All The Man That I Need

Why, it's my name's day and despite all efforts I just feel so awful. After my morning class I met my boyfriend accidentally in front of Lipóti, the baker's. He bought four mini cheese rolls (sajtos roló), which we ate immediately. Then I got home, ate two pancakes, went back to bed, had lunch, did the washing up, and left for my afternoon class. Bloody same as usual. In the evening my boyfriend took me to BelDor, a Belgian pub-restaurant (is it gastropub?) in our district. I was wearing my brand new black high-heeled shoes (which he stepped on later) and really wanted to feel good, especially as he paid it all. But it's hard to keep smiling when I have to sit right in the doorway, and they're out of burritos, and give me spring rolls instead that are too spicy and chips too salty. All right, that wasn't the problem. It could have been a fine evening, but then I got home and after half an hour of watching Two and a Half Men climbed the stairs to get down to my computer and write a proper cover letter.
I mean, who in her right mind ever felt like writing cover letters? What should I say? "As long as I get a fat cheque and a sufficient private life I'm ready to lick arses," or what? Because the problem is, I'm not. Anyway, I'm 25, live at home, and sleep with a teddy bear. Now what is there to brag about? I wonder if I know at all what kind of job I'm looking for. Yes, preferably something to do with books and reading and writing, but how will I get there? And why does everyone want people with experience? Where do those people get experience from? Is it sent by mail in a neat ribboned parcel or what?
The two things that keep me going are music and food, especially good food. I think I'm putting on weight again, but then two weeks ago I was losing, so who knows? At the moment I'm listening to some good old Morricone, and after that I'm going to have a shower and read a bit of In Cold Blood by Truman Capote before bed. Actually, I guess one of the reasons I tend to feel depressed is this very book, because it is based on a true story and it's just too terrible to be true. And the other thing that pisses me off is this capricious bitch of a weather.
Some further positive remarks before leaving: at last I'm meeting my accountant tomorrow, which gives me hope that one day last year's taxing administration will be done with. But the bestest element of my life is definitely my ever-so-loving boyfriend, who keeps buying me yummie cheese rolls.