I've just spent an afternoon with a group of new acquaintances, watching the bloke I thought I really had some chemistry with for the past two months holding hand swith his brand-new girlfriend. And I can't even hate her, because she"s nice and funny not too different from me. Except that she's not a complete weirdo.
Now I'm at home in my cupcake jim jams, wolfing down a questionable tub of Mousse au Chocolait from teh very back of my fridge, secretly hoping for salmonella infection's sweet release as I weep into my grad school applications.
Maybe later, I'll pop in Pride and Prejudice to provoke a cleansing cry.
Like a boss.
You couldn't make this shit up. Except they frequently do.
That Grad School Application had better work out. It's high time that I skip this town.