• Baseball is over until next year.• I photograph badly.
• Because I have a fat, ruddy face.
• I'm a complete pudge, yet I ate an entire Whitman sampler on the bus home.
• I hate my job.
• I'll never have sex again.
• My sisters are both useless blobs of protoplasm.
• 100 Iraqi civilians die every day in sectarian violence.
But lookee, lookee, lookee! I've got a new purse. A sweet, camel-colored hobo (much lighter than the brown one shown here). ON SALE!
Between the new bag and the chocolate, I may just be OK after all.
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