Rejected titles for this entry include:
- I’m About 10 Years Too Old To Throw Up in My Bushes
- Thanks for Nothing, Tinder
- What does one wear to their own intervention? I’m asking for a friend.
If you read Friday’s post, you know I was in a great place emotionally. Super pulled together. Healing all those brokenhearted wounds. Things were just going swimmingly. “Romeo, who?” kind of stuff.
Also, if you’ve read my much earlier posts, you know I feel very strongly about the need for an agreed-upon sarcasm font. Whatever you imagine that font to be in your head, envision the above paragraph to be written in bold version of that font.
So it’s no surprise (sarcasm font again but you’re going to have to start doing this yourself, ya know) that I was a total shit show this weekend.
It started with my brilliant idea to play The Tinder Game. (more…)