I was feeling like a broken hearted school girl because Marty stood me up today. We had agreed to meet at the park as we have done a few times now. I went there with Re-Run and my camera. The sun went down on both of us. I was sad. Then I got mad. I could kick myself for getting attached to a man. Oh, and the one woman show thickens as I gaze at these hairy legs and bushy eyebrows and begin to justify his no-man-show by saying to myself.. “Well, just look at ya, Calamity. No wonder he didn’t run to be by your side.” It’s just one of those days. I hate this internal dialogue. Who is this bitch staring back at me, insulting me for less than shallow reasons?
I think I will take a bath and shave... I’ll show her.
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