Feb 04, 2008 09:49
Yesterday for brunch they served corndogs. This should not have been an issue. It would not have been an issue if I wasn't coming out of a relationship. But I am, so I went upstairs and cried.
Since we started dating, I held corndogs in my mind as a "what will I do with myself if Craig and I break up" item. I would eat corndogs. Now we're broken up. I did not eat a corndog.
My house's mascot is a corndog. This is going to be tough.