Once again, Amherstburg has managed to completely astound me. This town has to be, in the immortal words of Mariko Tamaki, "a goldfish tank of stupid (Skim)."
Yesterday was a Very Bad Day. I have good days and bad days. Over the last 10 weeks, the proportion of good days to bad has grown gradually. But this past week I had a string of bad days, culminating in a couple of Very Bad Days, days epic in their badness, complete with wailing and gnashing of teeth. By the second Very Bad Day, I had cried so much that the skin around my nose and the corners of my eyes have actually gone all scaly and dry from the tears and dripping and wiping. I call them my face scabs. I am so attractive.
It was on this day feeling like I was the most repulsive human being on earth and that nothing would ever be good again, that some punk ass ray of sunshine in the goddamn Walmart actually tried to console me by saying "well, at least you'll have fun dating again in Toronto!"
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Regarding my Availability
Natalie Zed updated @ 3:21 p.m.!!
