Have you ever felt like a paper plate, once loaded down with other peoples' slop? They blab over you until you help them to dispose of their mess and then you get thrown, feeling soggy and disgusting, into the trash can.
Or maybe like a plastic cup, designated to control their sloshy mess while they toss you back and shake you around until their flying high and dancing while you sit crumpled next to half empty bottles of beer.
Ok, the pity party is officially over. I'm gonna stop with the similes now; adult diaper was coming next, and nobody wants to read that.
Somethings I can feel good about:
1) I just got a badass suit (suite? crap I hat spelling) for three dollars. It's charcoal grey and fits nicely.
2) My friend has lent me her copy of "Almost Like Being in Love" by Steve Kluger. It's entertaining, if extremely unrealistic.
3) I have a solid excuse for ignoring those who bug me.