I am officially having some sort of meltdown. Every-fucking-time I play Christmas music I promptly burst into tears mourning, I suppose, whatever is left of my existence. But here's the thing, Guys, I have got to gain control over my little waterworks display, pronto! I cannot walk around like a psycho. No one will get it. Thus, in hopes of feeling better, I got up this morning, dressed like a person, deftly applied some makeup to hide the puffy spots around my eyes, and headed out into the world. Now, I'm attempting to write a blog post.
I thought about posting my Top Ten Meanest Thoughts About Him EVER...but that seemed unladylike, not to mention cruel. Also, as a short diversion: To all you bitches throwing a fit over the word "ladylike" right now, get the fuck over yourself. You like the men in your life to be something of a "Gentleman" right? I'm not talking paternalism and you goddamn know it. But you'd like them to give a fuck, don't you? Well, apply the rule to yourself and get over your teenage angst. Anyway, writing petty things seemed like a bad idea so I just outlined my day in rambling form. What do you think?... Well, I didn't like writing it so I don't know why you're surprised you didn't enjoy reading it! Go Fuck Yourself!