I'd tell you that I didn't get this job I really wanted.
I'd tell you that I'm pissed and a little sad.
I'd also tell you I won't wallow in self-pity for long because the job hunt is still on.
I'd talk about all the amazing people in my corner who are trying to help me find a great job.
I'd roll my eyes and tell you how much I hate Valentine's Day.
I'd complain about this winter being really rough.
I'd tell you that I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Tired of mucus. Tired of phlegm. Tired of coughing.
Then I'd ask you to pass me a tissue.
I'd tell you that I desperately need a spray tan and a pedicure. Because really, it's February.. Who doesn't?
I'd tell you that I bought several goodies on sale at Ulta yesterday.
I'd tell you that I am SO GLAD it's the weekend.