the things people say to me....
have you ever seen a french maid outfit? ftw?
sunshine, this is an OLD maid outfit.
yes gang, it's official. i am an old maid. i've suspected it for a long time but today reality finally set in. it used to be that all of my friends were in relationships, but i realized that now they're all married. and a lot of them have kids, too. oh lord. i can't even keep a car for more than a few years!
my prospects of getting out of this are dim, too. why? think for a minute here:
i own control-top panties.
i buy boxed wine.
i have two cats that i talk to and take lots of pictures of.
i like to embroider.
i collect tons of junk and live in clutter.
i don't wear heels (well that's not really by choice, but STILL).
i'm eccentric.
i watch "the golden girls".
i eat frozen dinners and yoplait.
i love vincent d'onofrio (VERY bad sign).
holy crap, this is bad. help!
i'd better wear a tutu tomorrow. somehow i just know that'll solve everything.
pray for me.
and can i get some big strong man to help me get my window closed? i can't go all winter with it stuck open. i'll make you cookies! (this is an actual plea for help with the window and not some veiled ploy to get me a man. sickos.)
