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I sit here feeling ever so slightly hung over, and I can’t help but people watch and then proceed to judge.  Sitting at the table right behind my BFF Katie, are two lesbians.  I don’t even have to ask them, I can tell.  They’ve got the hair, the topic of conversation is softball and there’s the vibe.  You know the vibe, the one that makes a pretty little thing like me feel like they might try to recruit me at any moment.  (I think I just threw up a little.)  Then behind them, there are another couple of ladies that ordinarily wouldn’t have caught my eye except for one of them didn’t bother to change out of her mumu before trotting off to get coffee.  Now I can’t really judge, I didn’t exactly bother to spruce myself up before trotting up here myself, but I’ll be damned if you’ll ever find me out and about in a mumu.  Word.

Behind the counter are two gals that seem OK.  The one seems really nice and just quiet but the other one has a voice that really annoys me and she wasn’t all that polite to me when I was ordering my drink and getting a muffin for the boy.  Whatever.  I hate this place.  I don’t know why I ever come here.  The help sucks, the music makes me want to hit someone, and they are slower than the line at the DMV.

So last night I had my girls meet me out for a few drinks and some dinner.  Hence the ever so slight hang over.  They came out to support me because I was in the process of being “let go” by my then boyfriend Steve.  I needed to get out of the house and get it off my mind and they did the trick.  There were tears at the table but it was quickly smoothed over by my girls and their abilities to show me the positive side.  Like maybe I could use his pajamas to help start a fire in my fire place.  I do love fires and I frequently have a difficult time getting them going.  The boy and I have been using a book that I couldn’t finish.  This book was so bad that I refused to even give it away so we use it to fan the flames and get the fire going.  Now I seem to have one more thing to assist us with that!  My other option was to DHL them back to him but they didn’t like that idea.  So here I sit, single again, a little hung over, worried that the knitting party I have planned for today will be a flop and wondering where this crazy day will take me.  We shall see!