On the steep slope of things
Oh man, jesus fucking christ! That was one steep slope-- going down. Turns out 35-year-old men are also capable of acting like 15-year-olds, especially when contraried.
However, my "what the fuck!?" moment lasted only for a night, and it was easily consoled by a bag of potato chips and the second season of 30 Rock.
The very next day I decided to, you know, do that which I've never let myself do much of (i.e. have a fucking life), and lo and behold. Are my guts to never know peace!? So tonight, another date. Hopefully involving alcohol. We all know I need it.
Nevertheless, all I want to do is put my feet up (goddamn high heels), have another bag of potato chips, and top off the third season of 30 Rock.












