Bridget vs. Food and The Exes
I am: tired, frustrated, angry and sad. Not necessarily in that order.
Two ex-boyfriends had starring roles in my dream last night, as did a giant cheeseburger. All three were quite unexpected. It is weird to know that even on the long side of a decade later, my subconscious still wants an apology.
Is it May yet? May is my new "everything will be better then" deadline. I've had so many of those in my short life. None of them ever lived up to the hype, but then, does anything?