Stellar News, Everyone!

I was rejected from the charity singles auction!!  At first I was all, hey, no big deal.  It's like not getting a job that you weren't sure you even wanted in the first place.  But then I realized that no, it was much worse.  It was like being told that you are neither hot enough, nor interesting enough, to spend your time raising money for sick children.   It is saying that you are ugly and boring.  It is saying that no one would want to date you.  It is saying mull over everything that you did and said infront of these complete strangers until you can pinpoint exactly why you were rejected.  At least I didn't devote a lot of time to agonizing over what to wear or how to answer my questionnaire.  I mean, it's not like my friend jokingly texted me to make sure I got an acceptance email and then I spent the next two hours refreshing my inbox and checking my junk folder only to have to face the empty reality.

You ever feel like you can't mention anything good going on that hasn't happened yet because if you mention it, it won't happen?  Or if you think something bad may happen, you have to imagine every awful scenario that could transpire because if you cover all of the bad imagined bases, then they can't happen?  Yeah, me neither.

I hope it rains on auction night.  No I don't.  Sprinkles would suffice.

*True story:  My mom actually gave my that picture as a gift when I was younger.  She said the loser girl looked just like me when I got mad, and she thought it was so cute.  I wanted to ask her if I should write my suicide letter on the back of it.  Kidding!  I wanted to use it as the kindling that would burn the house down.  Kidding!  I wanted to hang on to it so I could grow up and be super-desired and prove her wrong.