Is what I have today.
Maybe watching a few too many hours of mindless shallow dribble this weekend has launched me into this, but all I want to fucking do is buy a few cute dresses and suck down a giant, calorie ridden cocktail while discussing my trivial 20-something "drama" with a few topical friends.
Bank account is drained (yay freezerbabies!), there is no vodka left in the house (um, yeah), there is no such thing as trivial 20-somehting year old "drama" in this house because cancer ate it and, if my last post is any indication, topical friends were excised a long while ago.
This too shall pass, but for now? FUCK. THIS. NOISE.
Gonna go do some down-dogs and up-dogs to shake this shit outta me.