Sometimes she has a pity party. Not too often, that wouldn’t be good, but every once in a while there is nothing more useful and enjoyable than a good pity party. And she throw a mean pity party, that’s one thing that’s for sure. Eating ice cream, watching TV shows she would normally not be caught dead watching. (‘You are NOT the father.’ You know what I am talking about.) Some whining, some nagging, some crying. Not attractive but it needs to be done. It wouldn’t be a pity party without it all. Come the think of it, her pity parties are of such epic proportions, she should sent out invitations to the next one. ‘Caught a tough break? Hit a rough patch? Feel like crying for no reason? Come to my pity party! Please bring your own tissues.’
(Source: creationoftheday)
