my sister

(watching this stupid reality show out of boredom before i go to bed at 9:30 on a friday night because someones relative died at work and i no longer have the weekend off and this woman in the show could be my sister in 5 years and it makes me so sad that i see her future so painfully clear. god help us. her. )

Friday nights can go F*&% themselves.

For some reason, Friday nights have become the loneliest night of the week for me. My husband works, I usually have to wake up at the crack of dawn for work on Saturday mornings, and everyone I know seems to be doing something else, something better. It's just another night, and I know I've already had enough fun in my life for 3 people, but something about the expectations of the weekend and my tendency toward hermitude makes it seem like I'm missing something. Oh well. Friday nights can go fuck themselves.

Cheers!