Although, she got my address wrong. It’s 1234 Cry Baby Lane not 1234 Cry Baby Street. Man, I couldn’t believe she got my address wrong. I’ve lived here in Bratville, Georgia my whole life. Nobody ever gets my address right. I swear. She probably didn’t even mean for the invitation to go to me. She probably meant it for some other girl named Lisa Whiner.
How much worse can my life get???
I’m unemployed, broke and forever alone.
My boobs are dangerously close to the floor and there is some music out there that I classify as just “NOISE” which means I’m becoming my parents.
My dog died, my cat doesn’t love me anymore and even my goldfish jumped the bowl and I know he did it just to die and get away from me. Or it could’ve been a she. I guess I’ll never know now, will I?
My friends are all too busy to hang out because they have real lives and I don’t or they live too far away and I’m sure they all moved just to get away from me.
I have writer’s block AGAIN. This is like the gaillionth time this week I’ve sat down to write and NOTHING.
I broke a nail.
My back hurts.
I’ve got a hernia the size of Texas.
My feet are ugly.
I have bad hair and it’s turning gray.
I’m hot and it’s way too humid to go outside to do anything and even if I did go outside what would I do? I’d probably have to get in the car which means wearing a seat belt and GOD! Those things are so annoying!
I can’t sleep and even when I do sleep I just have bad dreams which I’d love to remember because sometimes I can turn them into stories but mostly I just forget them which leads to more writer’s block.
I’d go back to bed but know I won’t get comfortable then I’ll just lay there and toss and turn and THAT drives me crazy.
I drive my ownself crazy. I’m making myself crazy now and I can’t stop but even if I did stop what else would I do?
Life is so unfair.
Screw it. I think I’ll go back to bed anyway.