She lies in bed with her laptop on...surprise surprise...her lap. Her hair is scraggly, glasses slide crookedly off her nose; legs curled underneath her and socks bunched around her ankles.
Her make-up is in slight shimmery streaks across her face from her somewhat pathetic attempt to make herself look healthy today. Failed attempt, she's snuffly and sick and has to work tomorow afternoon. She doesn't want to. She doesn't want to see him, because she's angry with herself for letting herself care. She doesn't care about him anymore and regrets it in the first place. (This is ammended if anything good happens with that situation but she doubts it)
She read someone elses blog today. Someone she knows, but wasn't friends with because they never really got along. Not for a lack of trying on her(my) part, or maybe because of...she never really liked sharing her boys...as horribly awful as that sounds so hopefully this wont get read by anyone. She does feel some satisfaction that she was bundled into the "her boys" section of the online photo album (who posts photos online? needlessly narcissistic).
Her nose is starting to sting from blowing it too much. She thinks she has sinus pain but doesn't really know where her sinuses are located and ...well duh therefore doesn't know if she has sinus pain. She's not sure if this blog is as pointless as that one she read today...is what she says as pointless as recounting shaving her legs in the shower before work? She likes to think that even if she were writing about shaving her legs she'd make it more interesting than "i shaved my legs because i thought my foot doctor might be hot and therefore wanted smooth legs"...first of all...she truly believes that a hot foot doctor is an oxymoron and therefore does not warrent shaving your legs before seeing one. And, just because she can, she's spent far more time talking about shaving legs than the other girl...just because she can. She hopes that if he reads this he just laughs at what a loser his friend is...but in a good way cause she thought about him while typing some of it.
Her make-up is in slight shimmery streaks across her face from her somewhat pathetic attempt to make herself look healthy today. Failed attempt, she's snuffly and sick and has to work tomorow afternoon. She doesn't want to. She doesn't want to see him, because she's angry with herself for letting herself care. She doesn't care about him anymore and regrets it in the first place. (This is ammended if anything good happens with that situation but she doubts it)
She read someone elses blog today. Someone she knows, but wasn't friends with because they never really got along. Not for a lack of trying on her(my) part, or maybe because of...she never really liked sharing her boys...as horribly awful as that sounds so hopefully this wont get read by anyone. She does feel some satisfaction that she was bundled into the "her boys" section of the online photo album (who posts photos online? needlessly narcissistic).
Her nose is starting to sting from blowing it too much. She thinks she has sinus pain but doesn't really know where her sinuses are located and ...well duh therefore doesn't know if she has sinus pain. She's not sure if this blog is as pointless as that one she read today...is what she says as pointless as recounting shaving her legs in the shower before work? She likes to think that even if she were writing about shaving her legs she'd make it more interesting than "i shaved my legs because i thought my foot doctor might be hot and therefore wanted smooth legs"...first of all...she truly believes that a hot foot doctor is an oxymoron and therefore does not warrent shaving your legs before seeing one. And, just because she can, she's spent far more time talking about shaving legs than the other girl...just because she can. She hopes that if he reads this he just laughs at what a loser his friend is...but in a good way cause she thought about him while typing some of it.
posted by The Literate Blonde @ 9:23 PM
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