you ever just know you’re going to have one of those days?

those days where you just know you’re going to find yourself face down in the bottom of a bag of kettle corn, licking the last remnants of salt, sugar and the wounds of the day.

the kind of the day where all you want to do is put your flannel lanz nightgown back on, hide under your laura ashley sheets, watch ally mcbeal reruns until you too, along with portia, courtney and calista, develop an eating disorder; and then afterward, get all “ironic” and emo with old alanis c.d’s.

that kind of day?

tis the day i’m about to have. i can smell its prelude. but instead of black flying my chardonnay, i’m strapping on my boots, and facing this mutha head on. there will be no unisex bathroom in my future today.

tuesday happy m’loves.