there should be therapists for single girls
yup, thats what i told shan last night. she just looked at me, and then i told her, "this is the part when you're supposed to say, 'oh, its easy'."
that was right before she turned away- before i turned around, grabbed joanne, and decided for myself that tonight I am going to be in a good mood.
i mean, fuck, yeah i'm 26 and i'm tired of the whole clubbing scene, tired of the lame guys i've been meeting as of late, yeah, aren't we all? but i was having a good time..."how to lose a guys in 10 days" was a good movie, sushi and sake in my belly, didn't have to stand in line at ocean club, and we weren't going to stay long...can't a girl dance?
she's like a tiny, evil, single-girl menehune sitting on my shoulder...everytime i try to think positive think positive...there she is whispering in my ear, "we're getting old! we have no men! we're not married! i hate going out! i hate this crowd! the dancefloor is too crowded! we should be home watching stepmom....sleeping!"
i know you're unhappy because MR. DUMBASS has been telling you he doesn't want a commitment, for what, hmmm...the last 5 years?! and you've been dragging this dead corpse of a relationship like a ball and chain wherever you go, but do you have to make everyone miserable right along with you? is it that hard to try to have a good time and make the most of a situation?
maybe if you tried to start making yourself happy, and not base that happiness on whether or not you're in a relationship at the moment, or whether or not DUMBASS has decided to call you, MAYBE you could be happy.
but last night you decided to spread your sad single-girl disease. and all i wanted to do was dance.


