I'm feeling especially down lately. Between a seeming supernatural superpower to put my damn foot in my mouth metaphorically in every conversation I attempt to have and the crushingly depressive weight of the quickly approaching "You're Gonna Die Alone and Unloved with like Twelve Cats" day, I seem to have quickly ascended into the upper stratospheres of an ethereal funk. What most frustrates me is that I managed against hope to actually procure a date, but was forced by my irregular employment schedule to call it off. And my subsequent being stood up though an equal lack of communication by my dearly close and beloved high school acquaintance strikes me as all the more karmic.
Regardless, I am all broody and pouty lately and my crushingly foreboding future or lack thereof looms like some grand looming thing on the edge of my think-pan. I really need to perk up or something.
Regardless, I am all broody and pouty lately and my crushingly foreboding future or lack thereof looms like some grand looming thing on the edge of my think-pan. I really need to perk up or something.