13th
it was a great day until…
few things ruin a perfectly good day like looking in the mirror and suddenly feeling HIDEOUS. then i think to myself “this is stupid. i shouldn’t care so much about how i look. stop caring, sara!” but i can’t stop. and i never will. i wish i could.
a recent 30 rock was about liz dating this hottie and how he lives in a “bubble” where no one ever tells him things he does wrong and everyone is super nice to him all the time just because he’s good looking. the show made it ridiculously overly done to make a point, but i couldn’t help thinking of people in my own life like that. no one ever realizes how different life is if you’re gorgeous.
i wish i were funny. like actually legitimately funny. everyone loves you if you can make them laugh. the guys in my one act are hi-la-ri-ous and i love every second of it.
isn’t it amazing how anticipation is so much worse than the actual event? i love that.
