Spinsterhood & Cats

Last night I went to see The Psychedelic Furs with my friend Shu. It was a festival of hot girls that made me feel so insecure. They all seemed to have perfect skin, shiny hair, hot bodies, cool outfits and wonderful husbands and boyfriends...the life! As a single chubby girl who gets and occasional zit, growing out a bad hair cut, I felt green with envy to the point where I almost wish I hadn't gone.

After the show we walked to a bar where I ran into an old friend who gave me the scoop on an acquaintance's surprise divorce. They seemed to be a perfect couple, so happy and in love. They had great careers and a cute house in a trendy neighborhood, everything you could possibly want. Turns out the answer for the breakup is quite simple: he met someone hotter.

After last night I have really learned my lesson: looks are everything! Now that I'm out of my 20's it's pretty much futile to hope to find love unless I have expensive plastic surgery and develop an eating disorder. Since those are not options at this point I have my choice of living alone as a cat lady or join a convent. At least now that I know the infinite truth about men I can have the freedom to eat whatever I want, not shave my legs and save money on make-up. You see, there are pro's to this situation. I won't have to agonize about the fidelity of my mate of suffer the heartbreak of a painful divorce either. A fair trade I guess.



These aren't exactly new theories but I was always optimistic about finding true love until last night. Now that I have resolved to stay a single woman for the rest of my life I can fill my time with hobbies and interests I never had time for. Going to play with my cats now...

Just A Quick Update

What have I been up to you ask?

Went on a fun road trip that really changed me and gave me lots of time to evaluate my life. Found lots of inspiration and new interests. Had my first peanut butter and banana sandwich at Graceland and took lots of pictures.

The last stop was New Orleans, my old magic city, but things just weren't the same there. There was this angry, negative vibe everywhere I went. I visited some old haunts, had my first oyster omelet and went home feeling a little sad but with a new sense of self.

I've got to cut this post short because the cats want food and it's way past my bed time. I did something today that had me biting my lip but the sweet response I got was well worth it. Now I can rest and dream about the things I want to accomplish this week.