…I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me (song lyrics, not an act of desperation).
Wow, I’m in a shitty mood today, and I actually just want to wallow in it. I’m kinda sorta being courted by this guy, and I’m just not feeling it. You’re nice and all, but I just don’t like you in that way. So when you obviously can’t tell that I’m in a shitty mood and you try and crack wise with me, it just makes me angrier…and when you sidle up to me – you’re just invading my personal space.
Maybe I should just be upfront with you about this, but I’m so much better at being a bitch; I’ve gotten pretty good at scaring people away.
I just got back from Vancourver and I’m already in need of another vacation. I’m so inexplicably anxious/stressed-the-fuck-out that I have a wicked case of heartburn. At this rate, I don’t even feel like getting out of bed tomorrow, but I have class, work and a social engagement. Although I can probably skip out on that pretty early without anyone noticing.
Want to come to a pity party?