I'm at a comedy show right now and all 3 comedians are females. Go girl power, except it's one too many va-j-j jokes, I'm 2 seats over from the touchy feeling that I would never have, and I'm rapidly getting sick as I sit here... Well technically I'm sitting outside waiting until the good one is on.
3 weeks. I have 3 weeks to get over any internalized agony and to go back to being regular me where I am not longingly wishing that was me.
I don't know if it's the cold pill or wine or the combination of both, but I can't stop slide glancing and feel like it's my insides wrenching with envy.
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