there will be more ranting later. and it will probably be drunker.
today has proven itself to be the total waste of a good hair day. this morning was supposed to be the first in a series of policy breakfasts that van nasty was launching; the topic of today's breakfast: "venereal disease: it doesnt mean he loves you." unfortunately, due to weather it had to be called off. but, since i was dressed, made up and blown out by 7:30 a.m. there was no sense in going back to bed, so, i trudged off to headquarters so i could join the one other person to come in to the office today.
tonight's plans of dance class and sex worker art show have also been ruined by the weather.
valentines day doesnt normally depress me, or make me feel in some way inadequate because im single, FEMALE, in my late twenties and the oldest unmarried woman in the history of my family (although rereading that sentence isnt doing much for office morale), but when i cant even find out if the federal government is closed because all the news outlets are reporting about valentines day proposals and every commercial is for diamond earrings, it is slightly sickening. and dont even get me started on anna nicole smith. let the poor dead woman rest in peace.