"The Smell Of Mustard Gas And Roses" or "Valentine's Day in Dresden"

Don't we all have days like this, ladies?

Wrapped up in a down comforter on your couch, a batch of brownies on the coffee table, watching Sex&The City and contemplating what it is, exactly, that got us into this mess? And why, exactly, we can't seem to get ourselves out of it?

And somewhere between the middle of the brownies, episode four of single girls with lots of money and beautiful dating prospects, and whenever you start to think that you may need to venture into the world at some point, you start to wonder why you let relationship stuff matter enough to put you in this couch-and-comforter situation anyway?

Then you sigh, pick up another brownie, and settle in a little deeper.



Fuck you, Saturday.

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