Everyone lies. Good guys lose. And love… does not conquer all.
Nutrionist Best Friend For Hire
I’m still bitching about the wedding stuff from this weekend. I’m still annoyed about the “photographer” who the mother of the bride invited just for the ceremony and who got in my way. I’m still annoyed that I was given a sandwich, chips, apple, cookie and water as my dinner there. Vendors deserve better than that.
Oh and my car broke down on the way to the reception so now I must spend $400 to replace the radiator. I always forget about this shit when I decide to invest in stuff and then suddenly I have no money to fix my fucking car. Just when you start getting your head above water a tidal wave comes.
Also now Manly Man’s car is having problems but it’s like 15 years old. I’m starting to wish I married a guy who can fix cars.
The other day while at dinner with my parents and my husband the topic of Six Feet Under came up (I have no idea why) and I started talking about how it was one of the best series finale I’ve ever seen. As I described it I almost cried. I’m not even exagerating, like my lip started to quiver. Is this what happens when you get old??
I need make friends with a nutritionist who can figure out what I can and can’t eat and plan meals for me. If I had that I’d surely stop feeling so shitty all the time. I wish I could give up my bagels, they are my crack.