Dear Friends...
I'm having a very bad day. Actually, to be fair, this is just yesterday's bad day continued, part deux, if you will, which was actually the sequal to the day before that. Whatever, correct my grammar today and I'll slitcha throat! Just kidding. But, back to the subject: the downward spiral of ...myself. I thought I had pulled a muscle in my back, which I'd always associated with the elderly and obese people. So, not only was my back killing me, but my ego was hurting me too.
So it didn't help that I saw this guy from high school at CVS, while I was buying one of those eight-hour heating pad thingys. I was trying to explain, while not moving my neck, and frantically searching for some gum in my purse. Oh well.
I don't feel like writing anymore. I'm trying to convince my boyfriend to write me a song called "I'm Hungry, But There's No One Here to Go Get Me Some Ice Cream, So I Guess I'll Just Starve."
PEACE be with you,
ashleigh