A Boy Named Sue
In a perfect world, this post would've been up about 12 hours ago, I would be able to eat ice cream without gaining weight, and I would be dating Matt Bomer from "White Collar."
In reality, I'm posting this NOW, ice cream makes me FAT, and Matt Bomer is "supposedly" gay.
Been a a rough week. Which is why I practically jump out of my bedsheets when it's the weekend.
They say things get worse before they get better. I'd like to ask those people how in the world do they know when it's the worst?
Just putting that out there.
How do you know you can't sink any lower?
I'm just curious as to what you all think. You can send me a telepathic message via the psychic network if you wish OR leave a comment. Whichever.
I'm quite confused. Just so...lost. Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole at 100 mph. My world is upside down; "A Boy Named Sue" hardly begins to describe it. I crawled out from my hole, but I'm desperate to crawl back in. God....help me.