I saw old Whorothy flaring up on Facebook. The incoherence she spews is so not attractive. But the bitch posted some Garbage lyrics, and I found myself hating her just a smidgen less.
I realize the Ladder Theory was in play there. He simply had her homely ass higher up on it. I was better in every single way yet as long as he could whack off to that hot mess, I didn’t stand a chance.
Shame. Waste of a perfectly good white boy.
How — after vowing to yourself that Things Will Change after a milestone birthday or a new year or other life epiphany — you get sucked in to the Same Old, Same Old.
but in the aching familiarity of doom, you realize you really weren’t a slacker. You see exactly how time got away from you before, and you don’t feel so bad.
You just hope that, maybe this time, you can keep your soul afloat enough to move a little farther upstream than you managed to do the last hundred times you promised yourself that things would be great from here on out.