terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day
and you know i’m never hyperbolic. yesterday just bit. i tried to make things better by being pretty: i walked around all day in a bright pink skirt with striped pink’n’purple knee socks and barely any black, by my standards, just a shirt and boots to balance it out. it didn’t work. everything just went wrong yesterday, in minor but increasingly irritating ways until i finally had a mini breakdown, read 5 chapters of hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy, and conked out.
today, i was determined, should be better. and indeed it has been! it’s been gorgeous outside. i feel pretty enough in my spiffy new (black) pants and new (black) shirt that says “hottie” in letters that look like they were spraypainted. i’ve eaten chocolate coconut cake, watched dressed to kill, read a whole wonderful book of dykes to watch out for, played tennis, watched the simpsons, seinfeld, and west wing, and am in the process of ordering pizza and watching some like it hot. i’ve made plans to visit my boyfriend tomorrow, with whom i had this exchange:
him: they’re teddy bear feminists.
me: what the hell are teddy bear feminists?
him: feminists who give teddy bears to people.
this, need i say, is the life.