well…guess who wins best realist (opposite of actress) for BIGGEST PITY PARTY EVER THROWN?
me. got to have my zoloft pie and eat it too. here is me eating my words.
narf narf narf. slurp. burp. *waving odor away* smells like happy!
after a 3 day technology break, life seems to have fallen back into order. and by order i mean disorder. but that is how me likes it. emails up to my ears. phone calls from people and from people’s people. messages. i don’t even know. how to sift through it all. i feel like standing on a building and shouting THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.
i had a standoff with a silverfish the other night. i stared. and he waved his feelers at me. he won.
i also ate 12 tiny cupcakes in the span of 3 days. and each one was a tiny morsel of self-esteem and goodness. i did it while watching the VH1 special “is thin in?” too. it felt good. welcome back me.
had enough? never!