why oh why

do I do this? I must want attention for something in my life, something I am too shy to ask for.

This is why I wasn't a successful actress- I really truly believed that I would be discovered. When I wasn't, I just turned my back on the whole affair.

And now I am a Jr. office manager.
so.
not.
funny.

What I meant to write was about my Walgreens experience.

I wanted to tell you about the lovely fresh clean packaged joy I feel when I peruse the drugstore...
I bought some Wet'n'Wild plumberry lip liner for 99 cents.
I bought it even though I knew it would end up with all the other underused makeup in my wicker makeup basket.
I bought it for the possibility that it may turn out to be my new find, my new favorite color!
( I will never understand or forgive the Wet'n'Wild people for discontinuing the perfect plum color that had given me 10 years of happy lip coloring identity heaven).
I bought it so I could slip into the ladies room at lunch and along with my hidden mirror, apply it while I was sitting on the toilet seat.
In private.

I feel like today was a special fresh candy wrapper type of day now, it was worth 99 cents.

OK, that's all.
Except that I was having a bad day yesterday and the title of my post was going to be " Why is it so easy to write about pain?"

oh goooooood, that's funny.