Nah, take a message. I'm busy feeling sorry for myself.
That just sounds like a cop out, right? Yeah, I guess it is. I have been so concerned with how recent events have been affecting my family; how my actions have affected my friendships - that I forgot about me.
Sounds like a good start for some lame ass country song, huh? I guess all I need at this point is a boyfriend named Billy, a double-wide, and pair of Daisy Dukes. Wow, what an image.
I guess it's time to take that call.
