The cure for boy anger
I have officially decided that the best way to deal with being utterly crapped on by men and the universe in general is to exercise as much as possible, eat ridiculously healthily, and thus feel good enough about yourself to realize that you really and truly are too good for them. So far this is working wonderfully for me and I am definitely hoping that it will help me drop a pant size before I leave for Ireland in March.
Oh, did I forget to mention that? March fucking 11th baby, and I'm on my way to Ireland for three whole blissful, workless, Irish-filled weeks. I'm even going to be there for St. Patrick's Day and have official plans to get my Irish tribute tattoo while I'm there (I will post photos when it is finished, promise!). I can't fucking wait.
On an unrelated note, I really have to pee but the bathroom is occupied by that beast I am not speaking to (also known as my sister). This is frustrating.