trunk vs. twig

woke up angry with the world this morning. wrong side of the bed as they say. bags are still everywhere. boyfriend's gone a bit fanatic - but i can't blame him for the evangelical approach to our second bedbug visit.

i was meditating and i started crying. is that supposed to happen? i don't know. but whenever i cry and i can't put a finger on why, i feel like an emotional basket case. basically i was feeling sorry for myself. 'why can't someone help me?!! why can't someone give me a leg up?!! i am talented!!!!! whahhhaaaaaaaa!!!!!!'

wonderful way to start the day. i highly recommend a victim-fest before you are about to embark upon a city subway ride to a cardboard cut-out office with vacuum attachment designed to suck out your soul. s-l-o-w-l-y.

also, ladies can be bitches. also, ladies can basically be divided into two categories trunks or twigs. on the subway i saw ample space to sit between two twigs. but they were not going to budge even though I made it obvious that i intended to sit down. being more of a twig but a larger twig than they, i pretty much sat on them. then they moved. probably not a good idea to try that move on more ample women or 'trunks' as i call them. so 'trunks': no sitting. 'twigs': sit with a vengeance.

TRUNK VS. TWIG: The Saga Continues....