hmph
You have that warm fuzzy feeling again. Just as you reach out to find whatever it is that keeps you feeling that way...you realize there's nothing there. It's slipped through your fingers again, only to put you to shame for thinking there was anything to begin with. (Which there was.) Every time this happens you pull back quickly and feel, yet again, that familiar heaviness. The thing that seems as though it's pulling your throat out right through your bellybutton. Everyone feels it; and everyone feels like they're the only ones. It's impossible to think that anyone else could ever experience such a thing when you feel that way.
Believe me, I've tried.
I volunteered at the Kerry/Edwards campaign office yesterday. It was supposed to be from 5-7 but I bailed at 6, pleading excessive homework. Then I went to the thrift store. I found this awesome 90's party dress. It was that horrendous gold and black vine/chain print...super fitted then this big poofy skirt that went to about the "low mid-thigh" area. It was a little too snug or else it would be in my closet right now. $4. But honestly, when would I ever wear it?
If it's still there next time I go, it's mine. Size 4 be damned, I will have that dress.