Here I am home on a Thursday night wishing the worst for myself.
No I spent 3 hours getting ready. I did a mani pedi, slathered myself in a Lush lotion, tried to curl my hair and failed. I thought “Hey I’ma get all dolled up and feel pretty when I go out with my friends.” But no, I’m eating pizza and watching How I Met Your Mother.
Did my hair, makeup and nails twice because it looked very sloppy. I feel like I look like a 15 year old clown.
Being single for the last six years is even harder when your drunk.
It occurred to her that despite the failure of her marriage, the failure of her career, despite her hangover and chronic horniness, she suddenly was feeling rather light and giddy. She couldn’t understand it. Was she simply too shallow to suffer indefinitely, or was she too wise to become attached to her suffering, too feisty to permit it to rule her life? She voted for wise and feisty, and walked on, kicking leaves.
Skinny Legs And All
I really want to take a shower but I don’t want to blow out my candles or move them because I think I’m gonna burn down my apt.
Youtube has given me new expectations in life and I think is making my anxiety worse.
I want to do something but I’m afraid to leave my apartment.