When I woke up I really didn't want to drive that far, but of course I did. I had to get my hard-earned, blood and sweat, slave-labored money somehow right? I was in a really crappy mood for several reasons. Also, why is it that when I get emails I nearly get a heart attack, but when I don't get any emails I can't breathe? It's bad either way. Anyway, I arrived at the toll booth and was irritated because I didn't have any cash on me, so I had to scramble to find five dollars worth of quarters. When I finally looked up at the toll collector, this suave-looking, mid-thirties, Italian guy with his hair slicked back was smiling at me. He said, in a sexy Italian accent, "You are very beautiful, you know? So beautiful. The most beautiful woman I have seen today." And for a few seconds I smiled and laughed embarrassing-ly. That was really sweet. It was exactly what I needed at the time. I debated driving in circles and paying more toll as a confidence booster. Then of course suspicious Joanna took over and I started wondering if everyone before me had been an old lady.
In all of the years that I've been on this planet I have never been called a horrible person and I have never believed that I was one, but today someone made me feel like I was. It's not a good feeling. I don't understand how horrible people can live with themselves. I couldn't even eat today until after my magical unicorn made me feel better
Thanks for always thinking I'm the best even when I feel like I'm the worst. This is so bad... I really can't live without you anymore. I hope I never have to.
每次從讀像又被兇殺一次
但我心早就被你壓碎了.
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