As a few of you know, I've been pretty down, lately.
I'm trying to get past it, but life has been nothing short of awful for the past two weeks. Right after getting over the flu, I got hit with the death of an old friend. The night before the funeral, my (now former, I guess) boyfriend and I got in a gigantic fight.
I won't go into detail, but it was as bad as you can imagine. We're currently not speaking. At the time, I was furious and dreaming up various revenge schemes.
I really wanted to slam him for being an abusive, hypocritical, ungrateful, undeserving jerk (I'll stop now). He and I bicker a lot, but this time he went too far.
I'm not cool with disrespectful behavior out of anyone. But purposefully playing off known insecurities is particularly low.
My favorite work of literature is Tennessee Williams' Streetcar Named Desire. Blanche Du Bois - here she is played by one of my the always incredible Vivien Leigh:
And, in the original stage production, by Jessica Tandy:
One of Blanche's finest quotes from the play:
Ever since [unnamed former beau] stormed out, I haven't been able get out of bed. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'd rather prove his point ("you'll come crawling back to two days") and end the fight, myself.
It's better than waiting weeks (or months) for an apology.
Obviously, I haven't felt very sexy, lately. I did, however, swallow my pride and and whip out the cam for some nudes. It sort of made me feel a little better...for five minutes.
After falling behind on my orders, and subjecting everyone to the world's most depressing rant, consider these images my own form of apology.
I just realized I may have posted the world's saddest nude photos.
I do, however, promise to be back to my normal self as soon as humanly possible...
I guarantee!
I'm trying to get past it, but life has been nothing short of awful for the past two weeks. Right after getting over the flu, I got hit with the death of an old friend. The night before the funeral, my (now former, I guess) boyfriend and I got in a gigantic fight.
I won't go into detail, but it was as bad as you can imagine. We're currently not speaking. At the time, I was furious and dreaming up various revenge schemes.
I really wanted to slam him for being an abusive, hypocritical, ungrateful, undeserving jerk (I'll stop now). He and I bicker a lot, but this time he went too far.
I'm not cool with disrespectful behavior out of anyone. But purposefully playing off known insecurities is particularly low.
My favorite work of literature is Tennessee Williams' Streetcar Named Desire. Blanche Du Bois - here she is played by one of my the always incredible Vivien Leigh:
And, in the original stage production, by Jessica Tandy:
One of Blanche's finest quotes from the play:
"Some things are not forgivable. Deliberate cruelty is not forgivable. It is the one unforgivable thing in my opinion, and the one thing of which I have never, never been guilty."
I've been living by that philosophy since I first read the play at fourteen years old. And, yes, what [anonymous person] did qualifies as deliberate cruelty.
But, I can't stand strife and quarreling.
Ever since [unnamed former beau] stormed out, I haven't been able get out of bed. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'd rather prove his point ("you'll come crawling back to two days") and end the fight, myself.
It's better than waiting weeks (or months) for an apology.
Obviously, I haven't felt very sexy, lately. I did, however, swallow my pride and and whip out the cam for some nudes. It sort of made me feel a little better...for five minutes.
After falling behind on my orders, and subjecting everyone to the world's most depressing rant, consider these images my own form of apology.
I do, however, promise to be back to my normal self as soon as humanly possible...
I guarantee!
