i ate pad thai for lunch until it was coming out the ears. against the teachings of most appetite scientists, the last bite was as good as the first.
i gossiped with my mother and sister (that’s 6 x-chromosomes. HOLLER.) mostly about weird male indian kids we know and their prospects of marriage.
i bought new clothes that i can’t afford. one of the shirts looks like a sack. always pushing the envelope on fashion.
i guilted my mother into buying me an emo cd. and i will cry when i hear it. fanTAStic.
i erased 4 male phone numbers from my cellphone. i feel so joyous about this, i cannot speak. good riddance.
this all adds up to awesome porridge. the opposite of outrage soup.
please sir, may i have some more?
and all this despite my doubts concerning the consideration of the comfort factor in designing sports bras for women.
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Good idea! I deleted a bitch’s phone number just now. I feel good already.
i know! it’s sooooo cleansing. maybe i’ll just throw my phone out the window.
AHHHHHH the joy of being free!!! The joy of being alive!!! And the joy of being bipolar!!!! WELCOME TO THE CLUB!!!!
I’m not able to go to Wiseacres tonight, after all! 🙁 Be brave and go anyway.>>Send me your email address and these very personal communiques can take place behind closed doors where they belong.>>Sincerely,>You Know Who
thank you, ox! >>anon — don’t worry! i survived. i might even go back. whoooooa.
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