Literally, right now.
I feel fat in this dress.
Not a shocker, since I’ve gained 10 pounds. Which is quite distressing. Intellectually I know it’s ridiculous but, well, it is what it is.
Coming off the pill is messing with my body.
I messed up something at work, and annoyed someone who should really be my ally. It’s not a big deal, but I hold myself to a very high standard.
Yesterday someone did something shitty to me, and I’m still pissed about it, but trying to do something about it won’t make it better.
I found out a family member has cancer and he’s waiting to hear how progressed it is.
Johnny and I are in the midst of an argument. To be clear, this is one of the larger contributors to my pissy mood.
The reason for the argument has caused a friend to also feed bad.
I just got an email from my ex which was super mega fucking snarky, having to do with my trying to schedule some stuff for my son over the next two months. I don’t even know how to respond without causing a shit show.
I just got a phone call from a friend telling me a guy I went out with once, who I liked, and who never called me again, is at the same bar as her. She told me all about how amazing he looked. Like I really needed that information.
And I’m struggling to make sense of some things in my life right now.
So, what I am going to do? Go out for drinks and dinner. Drown myself in wine and hopefully-not-all-deep-fried food.
I would respond on your blogs but it’s all going to spam anyway. But at least I can still see what you write here.