I did things today to help me feel good. I slept in until ten. I straightened my hair, even though it rained. I filled up my car just to know that I could go almost anywhere on that tank of gas. I spent thirty dollars on things for other people, and only ten on things for me. I had part of a Kit-Kat, but I didn't go to Arctic Circle to get a shake.
And then my day was filled with never being as pretty as Kirsten Dunst no matter how hard I try and Jory not picking up the phone and PhotoShop 5.5 and unexpected charges at the bank and not seeing the movie I wanted to see and people not saying I love you when they get off the phone and then being an hour late when they say they'll be here at six and you know I hate people who are more than fifteen minutes late and I can't hate them before that because it would make me a hypocrite and then I can't hate them anyway because I love them too much and maybe I'm expecting too much out of them but they don't want anything from me and that should make things even.
Shouldn't it.