Starting Over...

To cry in my pizza pie

Thought I was gathering with friends tonight to exchange gifts and I'd been looking forward to it all week. Too bad they met for brunch instead when they knew I was still at work. They all forgot we'd made plans last Friday night (as 9 days ago, not 2 days ago). Of course the only one who didn't get to go was me. Story of my life. Don't know why I pretend to have anything in common with these people anymore. They certainly aren't giving me much thought, or at least they don't remember what I say. I will now channel all my self-destructive urges into the large extra cheese/pepperoni pizza I just received, both fiscally and nutritionally irresponsible. And why the fuck not!