Walt requested that I honor his birthday in some way, presumably with a phone call or card. I did that. Except last week he apparently told the only two people in the in the area who were speaking to me on a semi-regular basis that I no longer required their acquaintance and they listened. This brings the "friends with in a four hour drive" count to a whopping 0. I also finally went to the dermatologist and was prescribed multiple creams that have, so far, only succeeded in make it look like my chin spent a week in Tahiti without packing sunscreen. Compounding this, not only have I not heard back from the therapist my mom suggested I make an appointment with, I'm also now being ignored my the nursing home at which I volunteered to be a reader. To recap:
1. Net loss of friends thanks to my exceedingly helpful ex-boyfriend.
2. face actively rejecting top layer of skin
3. Denied by both medical professionals and old people.
Owning to this most spectacularly shitty week and half I was not feeling particularly honorable, I sent Walt this:
http://www.someecards.com/viewcard/fc76abfbfd3a8d1e090c6239e169bb29
And I'm done.
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2 comments:
Best. Birthday card. Ever.
And fanny packs are the most tacky and classless things known to man. Ever.
I'd like to see more fanny packs in high fashion.
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