I find myself in a strange mood. I'm in a good mood. Things are (semi) looking up and I'm going to Europe sooner than expected. All good things. And yet, I'm sitting here seething and being a bitter bitch who reads one of her favorite blogs and contemplates leaving an anonymous message*: "Get over yourself. My god." Yes, I would do that and I suppose being elusive once again is only going to make me look like an even more bitter bitch. I get in these eye rolling, fits where I am angry at someone for some unknown reason about NOTHING. Is it jealousy induced? Is it the OC: Season Two? Is it just general malice that seems to afflict me constantly? Or perhaps the whole New Year, new you, bullshit that comes up after Christmas (or maybe that's just me)? Whatever it is, I doubt leaving anonymous comments will make me feel better. And for the record, no I didn't leave a nasty comment, I only thought about it and now I'm blogging about it.*just so y'all know, I have never once done so, but I've thought long and hard about it. I've said it once and I'll say it again: I'm just a mean bitter girl.
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