Don't cry. Really, you don't want to.
Weigh yourself after breakfast. You are three pounds lighter. Nothing like good, old fashioned rage for the waistline.
Rummage through your desk. Come across a picture of the two of you. There's a zit on his forehead, but you look good. Throw picture away.
Turn stereo on. Recoil in horror when your favourite station starts playing "Love Hurts". Curse the DJ and his firstborn.
Change station pronto. Stop at, "It's not right, but it's Okay." That's more like it. Sing at the top of your lungs.
Run errands with your mother. Ignore your mother trying to set you up with the butcher's son.
Sniff out a bargain. Buy bedsheets for next to nothing. New bedsheets are required in your life. You know why.
Back at home, dig into your emergency cigarette stash. It's alright, you're just a social smoker. Smoke one in the backyard. Smoke two. Spend the next 20 minutes freshening your breath. Smoking sucks.
Oblige to cuddle when your dog is being sucky. Look him in the eye and scratch his head, then ask, "Do you think we're going to be okay?"
Let him kiss you. You think so, too.
Go back out and buy yourself some flowers.
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So, your mother tries to set you up with the butcher’s son, and she tries to set me up with a gay millionaire?
What's up with that? I'll never understand eastern European women.
.... Oooooo, and to beat the DJ, try making new playlists on your computers music player (iTunes, Media Player, whatever) called 'Empowering Music'. Other favourites are 'Bath Time' and 'Sing-a-long Songs'. List all your fav's here.
FG!
Sounds to me your doing pretty damn good - keep it up gal - the best bit - 3 pounds off!!!
Havent heard of the shower gel brand - perhaps coz of my ignorance.
I think I have worked out your first name :)
you are doing this so well. I'm going to buy you flowers too!
Lancey, there is no justice in this world. However, mumsy also did mention something about my Yorkville employed friends (hmm, could that be you), having other high end straight friends to hook up her freshly single daughter with.
B, I'd never heard of MOR until a few months ago either, and good news on the first name :)
Hope... thanks, but I don't feel like I'm doing well. I feel like some kind of emotionally hellish wreck. Does that make sense?
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