I am such a grouch.
Work has me such an old woman. The only thing I want to do when I come home is sit on my ass and relax, which is exactly what I am doing at this very moment. That, and listening to wedding songs on Radio@AOL and simply feeling pity for myself.
I guess it's even more depressing when I work in an environment where the customers are women who have huge diamonds on their fingers and come in boasting about their wedding while they pick out shoes. I want to be one of them. Well, in the sense that I want to be picking out wedding shoes. At least, at that point, I would know that I have found my "one."
I am a pretty girl. I have confidence. I carry myself well so why can't I keep guys interested? Is there something about me that is so terribly wrong? And if so, why can't I see it? If you know what it is, please tell me.
In other news, I am so broke. I really can't wait for Friday, 12:01 am, when my check from Stuart Weitzman will be directly deposited into my bank account. It'll be nice to be a couple hundred dollars richer.
I guess it's even more depressing when I work in an environment where the customers are women who have huge diamonds on their fingers and come in boasting about their wedding while they pick out shoes. I want to be one of them. Well, in the sense that I want to be picking out wedding shoes. At least, at that point, I would know that I have found my "one."
I am a pretty girl. I have confidence. I carry myself well so why can't I keep guys interested? Is there something about me that is so terribly wrong? And if so, why can't I see it? If you know what it is, please tell me.
In other news, I am so broke. I really can't wait for Friday, 12:01 am, when my check from Stuart Weitzman will be directly deposited into my bank account. It'll be nice to be a couple hundred dollars richer.