i find i'm getting angrier as i get older, hearing of all these treatments for acne that weren't available when i was a teen. though, some treatments were available, but i never knew about them because BLAME PARENTS BLAME PARENTS BLAME PARENTS and it just makes me even angrier.
because in HS my self-esteem was shite, i honestly considered myself the ugliest girl at the school. i certainly had the worst skin. and so i never, EVER had the nerve to show any guy i was interested in that i was interested. i think, had i had access to some treatment for my stupid face, and had it worked, i would have had more self-esteem, and would have perhaps taken a shot at a guy or two [hearing from Sean (Italy lulz) that he would have gone out with me way back when had i shown my interest does not help] [of course we're both happily married now but that bain't the point] [lalala brackets]
on an udder note
today, our phones are disconnected. why? who the effing eff knows. even m @ work is like WHADDAF (via email ooo haxors us). it's not making my curly-ball-self-isolation any better, das foreshore.
random:
i need to cut my nails (and file the green one, lal that sounds gross). i dreamt last night we were at the bay's rly expanded makeup dept (like in that dream w/ celebrities... which one was it... idano), and m waz like SURE MAN GEL NAILZ R AWESOME GET EM and i was like wewet. i also dreamt i got a bunch of housework done, so when i woke up and realized i hadn't, i was like :|
durr durr. L is early nap. we have no groceries. calendar sez marty's "work team" dinner tonight, avec les spouses (moi). but who knows if dad's forgotten about babysitting tonight too, and i can't contact him conventionally neway, boo hiss biss hoo
watched part of DATE NITE last night, but volume (SYTEMBUILDER\tv) was wack so i have missed much dialogue. dialog. oh eff you american standard google chrome auto-spellcheck!
i'd best wrap'er up.