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caution: a very girlish, rant -
well folks, tomorrow is the day. February 14th, the date that most single and unhappy females cringe at. and you know how i'll be spending it?
i will be working till 10, but after that - i have a bottle of champagne, green tea face mask, easy mac, and tracy ullman standup on dvd waiting for me. you know why?
because i, lauren marie tabitha clark, refuse to be pathetically depressed this February 14th. Anyone want to join? just give me a call.
Today, after going to lunch with jackie and court, frank called. he wanted me to help him pick out a valentine's day gift for his woman. so, going against my head saying "hey, you stupid motherfucker, don't go with him, it will be torture," i said yes because i was just going to help a friend.
let me tell you something - the mall on feb 13th is no place for a very unhappily, alone, angry, not to mention broke, girl, to be. especially after that girl just watched the movie, the notebook, the night before. (by the way - though that movie may be absolutely wonderful, i believe the writers and directors should be burned at the stake for putting the storyline that is so happy yet SO EFFING depressing out into the world for girls like me, at this time, to watch).
so anyway, there i am, at the mall, in the chocolate store, waiting on line with frank, and the rest of, what felt like, every nice looking, straight or gay, taken male with someone special to buy something for, breathing down my neck. then poor frank, watching me stare intenly at the nicely sugar powdered belgium truffles while i'm day-dreaming of a certain someone running through the doors of godiva, picking me up, kissing me passionatly, then putting me down and saying "i miss you" and "i'm back," ANYWAY- frank goes and puts his hand on my shoulder and goes, do u want me to buy you something for valentine's day, or atleast for helping.
i gave him the look, you know - the "are you fucking kidding me,i can buy the chocolates myself,im not that fucking pathetic, but thank you anyway" and walked out of the store and sat on the bench.
now i wish i said "can i have the strawberry one," damnit lauren, you bitch.
so yeah, i was trying to get somewhere - after the chocolate store we traveled over to borders. where he went to go get some dvd and as i was walking this green book with neon pink letter that read "get over yourself, sweetie" caught my attention. so i picked it up and read a little and that whole book stated 120 ways to help you help yourself (ways to move on). The first thing in that book basically said to stop torturing yourself by going through old messages and photos and to buy something for youself. I was like hmm..if this isn't a coincedence i don't know what is. so, being broke, i didn't buy that book - but - maybe it's a sign.
or maybe i shouldn't go to some author that sounds like a martha stewart of the relationship world, for any kind of help.
but anyway, that was my day - and i will leave you all with quoting the very bright, intellectual, and bold group of ladies known as destiny's child :
I'm a survivor (what),
I'm not gonna give up (what),
I'm not gon' stop (what),
I'm gonna work harder (what),
I'm a survivor (what),
I'm gonna make it (what),
I will survive (what),
Keep on survivin' (what),
I'm a survivor (what),
I'm not gonna give up (what),
I'm not gon' stop (what),
I'm gonna work harder (what),
I'm a survivor (what),
I'm gonna make it (what),
I will survive (what),
Keep on survivin' (what).
i have lost my mind.
and carlye is a fetus.
well folks, tomorrow is the day. February 14th, the date that most single and unhappy females cringe at. and you know how i'll be spending it?
i will be working till 10, but after that - i have a bottle of champagne, green tea face mask, easy mac, and tracy ullman standup on dvd waiting for me. you know why?
because i, lauren marie tabitha clark, refuse to be pathetically depressed this February 14th. Anyone want to join? just give me a call.
Today, after going to lunch with jackie and court, frank called. he wanted me to help him pick out a valentine's day gift for his woman. so, going against my head saying "hey, you stupid motherfucker, don't go with him, it will be torture," i said yes because i was just going to help a friend.
let me tell you something - the mall on feb 13th is no place for a very unhappily, alone, angry, not to mention broke, girl, to be. especially after that girl just watched the movie, the notebook, the night before. (by the way - though that movie may be absolutely wonderful, i believe the writers and directors should be burned at the stake for putting the storyline that is so happy yet SO EFFING depressing out into the world for girls like me, at this time, to watch).
so anyway, there i am, at the mall, in the chocolate store, waiting on line with frank, and the rest of, what felt like, every nice looking, straight or gay, taken male with someone special to buy something for, breathing down my neck. then poor frank, watching me stare intenly at the nicely sugar powdered belgium truffles while i'm day-dreaming of a certain someone running through the doors of godiva, picking me up, kissing me passionatly, then putting me down and saying "i miss you" and "i'm back," ANYWAY- frank goes and puts his hand on my shoulder and goes, do u want me to buy you something for valentine's day, or atleast for helping.
i gave him the look, you know - the "are you fucking kidding me,i can buy the chocolates myself,im not that fucking pathetic, but thank you anyway" and walked out of the store and sat on the bench.
now i wish i said "can i have the strawberry one," damnit lauren, you bitch.
so yeah, i was trying to get somewhere - after the chocolate store we traveled over to borders. where he went to go get some dvd and as i was walking this green book with neon pink letter that read "get over yourself, sweetie" caught my attention. so i picked it up and read a little and that whole book stated 120 ways to help you help yourself (ways to move on). The first thing in that book basically said to stop torturing yourself by going through old messages and photos and to buy something for youself. I was like hmm..if this isn't a coincedence i don't know what is. so, being broke, i didn't buy that book - but - maybe it's a sign.
or maybe i shouldn't go to some author that sounds like a martha stewart of the relationship world, for any kind of help.
but anyway, that was my day - and i will leave you all with quoting the very bright, intellectual, and bold group of ladies known as destiny's child :
I'm a survivor (what),
I'm not gonna give up (what),
I'm not gon' stop (what),
I'm gonna work harder (what),
I'm a survivor (what),
I'm gonna make it (what),
I will survive (what),
Keep on survivin' (what),
I'm a survivor (what),
I'm not gonna give up (what),
I'm not gon' stop (what),
I'm gonna work harder (what),
I'm a survivor (what),
I'm gonna make it (what),
I will survive (what),
Keep on survivin' (what).
i have lost my mind.
and carlye is a fetus.