| Current mood: |  sad |
Someone just called to say that they found my cat dead in front of their house a few days ago. Now I have to go on my date all red-eyed and weepy.
And my co-worker confided in me that my boss calls me "that fat lesbian bitch" at least twice a day. It's the "fat" part that gets to me. I've lost nearly twenty pounds! I'm only ONE POUND HEAVIER than "normal" girls! That makes me feel sick.
Maybe my date will cancel. That will just make everything shiney and awesome.
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