Funk

Not the type you dance to, not the weird smell when you drive by Davis St. ...just the kind you get stuck in. I think I'm in a bit of a funk. I have a feeling I'll be here just a little bit longer. But who knows, tomorrow everything could change, or not.

Edited to add: Don't believe anyone in your family when they say they can keep a secret/won't tell anyone. It's a fuckin' lie.

people's lies.

"Here is our vegetarian burger" (it's made of 100% vegetarians, cows, pigs, chickens...)
"That sounded wonderful" (...in the way a cat getting steamrolled over a chalkboard sounds wonderful)
"This dinner was delicious!" (...it tasted just like the time I mixed all my leftovers from 2 weeks ago and microwaved it for 3 minutes)
"That looks fabulous on you!" (...although no matter what you wear you'll still look like a fat cow.)
"The children were darling little angels" (did I say angels? I meant spawns of satan)
"You can't even tell there was any work done!" (...did someone pull your pigtails too tight? cause it looked like someone shrink wrapped your FACE.)
"I just stole a few of your recepies, they were a big hit!" (...I stole your husband, he was a big hit too)
"I'd love to visit you!" (as much as I'd love to visit a medieval torture chamber...they sure smell the same.)
"I'm feeling fine" (I'm not. I'm really not)