Today has been a bad day. I cried those true tears. You know, the ones that come out even when your forehead isn't wrinkled up and you're trying your damnedest to keep them in. However, I have found that if you just let them out, don't hold back and release...you don't get the puffy red nose and eyes as badly.
Anywho, I fucked up. Over & over & over again...So, I deserve to feel shitty.
I realized today that I'm getting old. In the car on the way back from lunch, a friend was playing some jams on his MP3 player. They were all 90's songs. And I actually said, "Why is it all the best music from my life was made in the 90's?" A split second after that statement, I flashed forward 20 years. Me in my mary janes with knee high stockings and a plaid skirt, trying to look like Alicia Silverstone & my man dressed like a wannabe Eddie Vedder at the Pearl Jam Reunion Tour. I can't believe this...I'm actually getting older. I feel like I need to buckle down & do something...This feeling is totally overidden by the overwhelming desire to go the Chili's house & take up Hydro.
So, enough DoomsDay shit. It could be worse. I could be completely unemployed, pregnant, chemically scarred face, one tit & hepatitis C. So, I guess things aren't all bad...
So, this was the wrong week to go on a diet & cut out social/stress smoking...
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