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I feel pretty,

Oh, so pretty,

I feel pretty and witty and bright!

And I pity

Any girl who isn't me tonight

Okay, so last Thursday's events had me down for the last few days. And I started to question all my friends, "Be honest... and don't say no because you're my friend... am i fat? am i ugly?". Of course they said no. I started to think a conspiracy theory was in effect because they all added, "you carry yourself well". Note, these friends don't know each other. Paranoia set in. "Does that mean I carry my excess weight well?", I began to ask myself (and them). I still don't understand exactly what they meant... but it's something about how I present myself... not just being well-dressed (which admittedly, especially on weekends, I am not) but about being self-confident. Which I usually am. I try to have a chipper disposition whenever possible... and I usually do feel good. Until Thursday, of course.

I couldn't bear to go to work on Friday so I called out. The fear of crying at work was a realistic one. Slept until 3pm and met AS for lunch - Italian salad, eggplant roll and a cannoli. My first meal since Thursday's Papaya Dog. I guess there's no chance of me becoming anorexic again. lol.

Saturday I found myself at a bridal shower. Nothing worse than being single AND unattached at a bridal shower. I had to leave. The "smug-marrieds" were too much to deal with. Not that they were smug and/or all married... I just couldn't handle it in my state of mind. (BTW, I got "smug-marrieds" from Bridget Jones' Diary... reminder to self, stop reading BS romance novels... not good... not good at all)

That evening I found myself at the house of another "Smug-Married" couple, HC/PC. Let's call them "Couple C" or CC for short. H is my girlfriend who I've known since high school. She's Filipina, skinny as hell and a smart cookie. H also reads this blog. (*Kisses*). And P is a strapping Irish lad with a heart of gold and, supposedly, a big unit (get this, his nickname is "Horse"... hmm, wonder why...). I get to CC's house and H is not home. But P is home with a friend of his, S. I say hello, greet CC's beautiful daughter and we go inside to await H's return.