Mood Indigo

I have been feeling blue for the past couple weeks. Once again, I have been disappointed by the male species. I attract emotionally scarred men like Britney attracts the pap. When I see Crazy walking down the street - I run right up to him! My therapist, the Italian, recommended a six month period of celibate self reflection. I'm considering three months. During this time I am supposed to discover new and forgotten passions and the self confidence I lost somewhere in 1978. It was also highly recommended that I stop obsessing about unworthy men since this seems to encumber my happiness. The Italian also encouraged me to explore artistic endeavors and new friendships. Frankly, I have no idea how to make new friends. It's much easier in a school based environment. Bonding is so much easier when you're passing the dutchie to the left hand side.

Here is a list of things that I think suck:

• I'm not emotionally crippled enough for trendy rehab or psychiatric ward - just celibacy.
• My brother hosted a birthday party with five kids, eight adults, and one bad of tortilla chips.
• February 4 - 8, 2008
  
• Kitty Pryde is trapped in a gigantic bullet speeding toward planet earth.
• Peter Parker is once again single.
• Our defense budget is the largest since World War II.
• John McCain is the inevitable Republican candidate for Presidency.
• I learned the word "cuddle" makes some men retreat in fear.
• I also learned that hope dwindles when men avoid answering questions.