there’s nothing like being sick to remind you how lonely and alone you are. i know it’s ironic that the loneliest girl in the whole wide world has to be reminded, but sometimes she does.
you know when the day was done and i arrived home after a tearful day of work and a sneezy night at the bowling alley, all i really wanted was someone to care. someone to care that my throat hurts, and i can’t breathe very well and that my nose is red. someone to care that i cried at work and feel like a jackass for having done so.
mostly it would have been nice to have someone tuck me into bed and make promises that things would be better in the morning.
i needed this so badly that i, uncharacteristically, called someone to tell them that i’m all alone and hear a warm, friendly voice that would care. but i didn’t know how to say i’m lonely to the answering machine. so here i am, left with iwilldare.com and sadly it won’t tuck me in at night.
that’s when i phone my mommy.
you forget, my mom’s like the anti-mom– remember that time i had pneumonia, two ear infections and strep throat and she forgot to call to see how i was for five days?
you can phone my mommy then.
you cry at work too??!
and i’m a guy, that’s even less okay.
one thing you could do is find a picture of a bulldog taking a dump and pin it up on your bulletin board. if that does not make you laugh through your tears, you could put up a photo of your boss and jab it with a ballpoint pen. but you might want to have something you can hide that behind.