My fucking miserable day beats all of yours. ----- I just want to be selfish. ----- My nose just said "Ow." ----- I have a driving lesson at 7 in the morning and then soccer games at noon, 2 and 3 pm. Is it possible to develop a tolerance to anti-depressants? I stood in the rain under a pink polkadot umbrella in front of a Mac's Milk, waiting for the bus. A nice looking man walked out of the convenience store and took a bite of a butter pecan tart his friend had given him. He made a disgusted face and tried to give it back, but his friend was already eating one of his own. So the nice looking man offered me a half-eaten butter pecan tart, looking as innocent and harmless as possible. I smiled and politely declined, claiming that I don't really like pecans, when in reality, I love butter pecan tarts. ===== Oh, the games we play. |