ALSO

STOP TEXTING THE DUDES. THEY CANT TEXT YOU. AND STOP IM'ING THE DUDES. THEY CAN IM YOU. AND STOP EMAILING THE DUDES. THEY CAN DO THAT TOO.

give 'em the opportunity to pursue you. and in the meantime, fill up your space with fun.

Today, Remind Yourself

PEP TALK FROM A BEST FRIEND is great n' all, but today? I'm going to remind myself SANS website.

Today, remind yourself: You are a mothafuckin' badass, Caulfield. You are a bad girl to the bone. You live without regrets. You don't need a shit job, crazy people, boring boys, bad sex. Fart in your office. Steal the Kleenex. Post your resume nonstop and get out of this insane work environment with people who bring you down. You are a BAD GIRL. You've got all the charm, wit, and wisdom to make it in this world.

Don't forget to be humble. Don't forget to, eh, in blank terms, not be a little shit. But holy christ, hear you roar. You've got it all, girl. So get what you want, and don't let anyone hold you back.

Today

I'm just going to have to be really, really good to myself. Because I'm cold, sad, and lonely. Time to cuddle myself, cradle myself, and nurture myself.

No one ever, ever, said that this would be easy.

So

Today sucks. Already. Big ol' zit on my face, not enough sleep, tired as hell. And saw S this weekend. Wow... was that fucking fun or what. Happy goddam Sunday, Caulfield. Excited for your date? That's great - bam, here's your ex.

I am hauling around my damn CPAP machine, and I'm freezing. Did I mention I have an epic zit? ANd did I mentioned that I feel lonelier, and sadder, and shittier than I've felt in a while now? I knew that there were going to be lonely times... I knew that I would get down. But Ben's falling in love, Trev's gone, Meggo hasn't called, and Sean? Well. Sean.

And in the meantime, I continue to stuff my empty heart with even emptier sex and dates. I'm sure it's coping. But... god.