Jolly 2

I've got what i call a Hitler zit. No elaboration is necessary, i'm sure. The timing is impeccable. You see, the district holiday bash is tomorrow. Matt might be there. Just fucking awesome.

The vanity to want to look good when running into an ex is not uncommon. [Even though technically, Matt is not exactly an ex.] You want them to feel stupid for having let you go. Even though you are the one who is stupid for not letting go.

I have pained over what to wear. There are gonna be people there. And let's face it, it's strangers' opinions that count the most.

Today rumor has it that, in the name of holiday cheer, the district supervisors are gonna send us pawns on a scavenger hunt all day. No standing idly around a bowl of spiked punch in a warm hall, i gather. We were told to dress casual and wear comfortable shoes. How festive. Back in the closet you go, my little red satin tie-back halter top.