The saddest thing, I mean , aside from attempting to update my diary on MC's horrendously dysfunctional computer, is...
...spending an evening in some seedy cafe, where all the tables surrouding us are filled with leering men...
... talking about how wonderful your boyfriend is.
(while he's in some other cafe talking to entirely another set of weirdos)
*grin*
ah yes, and how dare Cindy get away with being a red-headed native communist?
*sigh*
Some days, you just don't ask , and instead spend your time saying your thank yous to the naked air.
(while Cindy tries to give you zerberts during fishbelly comparisons)