11.28.03 :: 5:53 pm
At least this gives me reason to exfoliate and put on a new sweater. The little things, people. I'm barely hanging on to my sanity here. I need an all-girl sleepover or something. I feel completely abnormal in my own body recently. Like I'm guiding this strange vehicle and my eyes are windshields. And, though I shouldn't have, I sneaked a peek at the ex's new girlfriend's online journal and it's worse than I thought. Well, worse for her, better for me. She is either pretending to be as stupid as she looks, or she is writing at a fourth grade level. I give any of you permission to hunt me down and force a trepanation upon me if I ever use emoticons up in this piece. Which proves my theory that breast implants and mental dwarfism go hand in hand, skipping down the streets in all their mouth-breathing, mongoloid glory. Honestly? My ex is never going to move out of adolescence. It's a very good thing we did not marry. Someone is seriously looking out for my ungrateful ass. |