It's been interesting, this past week. So many things to face. Ladies and gentlemen: here is my life.
And, as I sit here, downing my fifth glass of wine, trying to think happy thoughts or something resembling so, a commercial for some animal shelter comes up, and I'm thinking stop this, I cannot even watch that stupid commercial with sick puppies and sad eyes and then I think "what about sick, sad people?" "What about me?" "Will somebody come and rescue me too?".
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my pathetic, sad, senseless little life. But I am stubborn as hell, so I will hold on. No need to call 911 yet.
Never mind about my stupid birthday coming up. Or the pathetic call for attention above. I am fine. I always am.
In other news, my therapist asked me today how many dates I've been on this year... I doubt there are enough masochists in this city to endure going out with me in the state I'm in. Any volunteers?
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