Atleast it ends on a "Happy Note"
I blame myself. Yeah, I could spend forty minutes playing the blame game but like they say, when you point your finger at someone there is three pointing back at you. Now I know why my grandfather always pointed with his middle finger - cuts down the chase.
Between last night when I got home to about ....now, I feel that rock steady high of mine, slowly decay. Nothing fits- correctly. I either have to wear clothes that make me look like a whale or they roll up to my boobs. (Apparently, I am the only one in the world that has curves and is not fat.) So I feel ugly.
I sit in the cafe at school to realize, even though I know some of these people, I sit alone waitng for them to tie a bone around my neck to get the dog to play with me. I take my final and realize this is my third attempt at this subject and god, I feel dumb.
This is plain stupid. But it's how I feel.I guess I got bitten by the "blah" bug.It will pass like a stone.
But on a funny note- Look at the front page of today's Business section of the Washington Post and tell me someone could not FARK that picture Of John Kerry into a Sonny and Cher "I got you babe." moment.