Today, as I'm sitting here comfortably and guiltily in Shelbie's Georgetown sweatshirt I swore I couldn't find in my house for a full year.... I have thought much about that love thing she just so recently posted.
We all want it.
.... And this time of year makes people CRAZY. Seriously. Mentally ill.
I guess Christmas at our age has less to do with family these days and more to do with romance. I don't know who it was that got that magic-must-find-someone-to-snowball-with-at-the-Gallivan-Center ball rolling.
But they're mean and conniving.
They probably started out at Hallmark.
So here is today. A sad excuse to stay inside.
Partially because it's Christmas Eve. Partially because walking out that door would constitute de-uglifying myself in a poor attempt to contain the stench emanating from my scalp.
That was disgusting. Don't re-read that.
I'm just talking about nothing today.
I'm a stupid girl. I have joined the girl world officially.
Complete with violent hitting, over-developed sensitivity to anger, and a constant array of screaming.
I hate myself.
If this goes on for much longer I'm going to have to ask one of you to kindly take a shovel to my forehead.