need a big loan from the girl zone

Dear Readers,

I am having one of those weeks where I wish I actually had some girlfriends to call.

I also wish that I was one of those people who actually called girls and chatted like girls chat. But I don't. I just don't have those relationships with anyone. It's not that I don't know chicks, I guess, it's just more that I don't have that kind of close confidant relationship with them.

During the years when Guy and I pushed and pulled each other apart, I didn't really confide in anyone. And then, when I finally ended our romantic relationship the world seemed to collectively fall over from shock. But no wonder, no one knew what was going on. Which is I guess why I started to write "Universal Atrophy" in the first place. To sort of make up for lost time, I guess.

Now I'm in the present and wish I could go curl up on someone's couch and talk about my problems and watch stupid movies and discuss hot celebrities and cry and just be a stupid girl. But I can't. Because there is no where to go and no one to do that with. Which is my fault for not being interested in such things until it suits me. I need an inflatable Beanie. With her own apartment. (you don't know what i'm talking about, so just nevermind)

Also, like every girl I know is fucking living with a man. So that would be too weird anyway. "Hey don't mind us". Every other girl is in the midst of a depressive episode. And I just can't be bothered with someone else's irrationality and problems right now. Is that selfish? Oh yeah, but this whole post is decidely so, so whatever.

I don't know. Maybe I'll just go to the library or something. Drown my sorrows in literature. God, I'm such a loser.

I wish I was friends wtih Sally and Johnny!

My "I'm having a bad day and really need to feel better" site is these sick puppies.

The testimonials make me cry from laughing so hard. Now that's fucking brilliance. I dare you to find a more hilarious and innapropriate site.

Insert non-sequitor -
At my house the "hand in my pocket" song is on permanent rotation for no good reason.

Ran into Peter the coyote today at Tim Hortons (I don't know why I still foolish go there thinking that this time the tea will be good again. No, it won't be). Good times, pink tie though: what's that about?
Today my boss told me that she wants to take me shopping because my boobs never fit into my shirts anymore.

call me snickers

At work I am always too busy to do anything. But, I am also often on hold. So I look at websites for short expanses of time in an effort to save my sanity. This requires that the websites entertain me fully within the briefest of time periods.

My favorite site of joy at the moment is overheard in New York. It makes me laugh out loud everytime. Which can be a little awkward if the person comes right back on the phone just then.
Oh well.

p.s. you'll get the title later.