Tuesday, Nov. 12, 2002 - 1:54 P.M.
Dear Diary,
Adding to my general fucked off mood of the day (see previous entry), is the fact that the tights I purchased yesterday are so big that they're sagging. UGH. The effect of the saggy tights coupled with the duck walk inducing shoes, is neither incredibly attractive nor very comfotable.
I hate that I feel like this. I hate that I'm whining and tired and generally not very happy. I realize that none of these things are very important or profound, but my awareness of that fact certainly doesn't do anything to improve my overall mood. Can I just fast forward to tomorrow? No? Well, how about five o'clock? I'd be happy with just that.
Continuing on the complaining tip, I miss Lee terribly. I realize that I whine a lot about that in this space, but he's the most important person in my life and being so far apart is hardly easy. I know that with each passing day we grow closer to finally being together, but on days like this that isn't enough to elevate my mood. I want and hug and I want it now. That's not too much to ask for. Is it?
I am also bored out of my fucking mind.
Yours Truly,
Erica The Grumpus
