sometimes it sucks so hard being single it actually blows.
tonight, i'm here in my clean, tidy, cozy apartment with the sunset streaming in the gigantuous windows, a freshly made kick-ass kung pao chicken on the stove, the new dido album drizzling from my speakers and a fresh coat of mascara on my über-long lashes. what kind of a cosmic tragedy is it that all this goodness is going to waste on no one but whichever insects have snuck in while the air was blowing through?
that's all right, i sense good things coming my way. not just of the technological species, either.
What happened to the guy you smooched with? :-(
yeah, well, that kind of fizzled, as it were.
I thought you were a vegetarian, hessie? Or am I totally off base? Maybe it was just red meat you don't eat. My memory is totally shot.