Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Oh, universe.

I'm sitting at the bar, feeling a little lonely. Josh is sick and everyone else is caught-up in conversations started before I arrived.

Then, just as I'm starting to feel unwanted, the universe puts me in check.

A lady starts singing "Poor, poor, pitiful me."

Ok universe, I get it. Stop feeling sorry for myself and have fun.

I got the message loud and clear.

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