Sometimes it hard to be a woman

I've got so much to do and am feeling so not good.

Somebody bring me a fat, rare steak and wake me up when I'm in Seattle... or Portland, I wanna go there first.

Uh. Laundry. It waits for me. And scrubbing the kitchen, and scrubbing Shorty's tank.

I don't want to pack. I want to flush all the outfits I tried on today. I'll just bring jeans and some t-shirts and wear them in the car and to the wedding and everything.

I hate the color I painted my toes. I should have gone with my usual "Matte Stone". Now I have shiny red toe nails and feel silly. "Dark Brown"? No, I don't think so. That's not what I see.



Why? Why do things go this way?