frankmask

I'm sitting here eating soy nuts and being vaguely unhappy/sad.

I need hugs, and icecream, and sleep. I could use a pound cake, a three foot tall stack of blankets/sheets/comforters/sleeping bags and twenty eight degree weather.

Mostly I just want to feel smart and sexy and appreciated and worthwhile, instead of vaugely scruffy and aimless and expensive.

Soy nuts are not comfort food.