maybe it was the full moon...
or maybe i am deeply emotionally disturbed person...
but on tuesday night i came home from work, made love to a bowl (or two) of parsley parmesan pasta and proceeded to cry my way through:
biggest loser(i hate working out. 400 pounders freak me out. that jillian lady is SCARY. but, come elimination i was bawling along with everyone else. i am a cliche).
a sportscenter special
(about a kid who is obsessed with the USC football team and recently became blind).
25 pages of people of the book by geraldine brooks.
(tolstoy, she's ain't, but i've have a firm policy of being and equal opportunity crier when it comes to stories of unrequited love.)
viva la vida
(ya it's by coldplay. i know by admitting this i am going to lose my music street cred, but who am i to argue with tears...)
and then i fell asleep which is usually the best solution for the mad blues or the mean reds or whatever it is i have.
of course, a trip to tiffany's might help too....
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One thing I can promise with accuracy is that the mean reds get meaner. Monthly bouts with crying, indulging in too many calories, and more crying. And then one day you wake up and they are gone. Of course your breasts are down to your ankles, you are wrinkled beyond recognition and yet you are happily tough as nails. It's quite a ride and I wouldn't change it but my advice is to buy shares in Kleenex.
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