I once told my ex boyfriend that I was acting crazy because I was on my period and he replied, “Well, then you must always be on your period.”

And I know that the pms/period/or anything in the not so fresh family seems like a dubious excuse to justify irrational behavior but trust me when I say that you would be feeling pretty cranky too if you were so bloated that you felt like the Hindenberg and that you were feeling even hornier than normal but you can’t do anything because you’re on the rag and the only person you could reasonably booty call is not even available because he works in the evenings and only sends one word texts that you don’t understand and SO BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I AM NOT USUALLY THIS CRAZY AND THAT I AM JUST VERY VERY SENSITIVE AND I AM A DELICATE FLOWER!!!!!!

Did I also mention that I’ve been like the only person in the office all week because I have to take care of all these projects?

WHY MUST I BE SO IMPORTANT??????

Relax. Relate. Release.

So, yeah, you could say I’ve been feeling a little…unhinged.

And on top of that I was feeling excluded from this particular circle of friends and I won’t go into the details because sometimes I forget that my private blog is actually very public because I have a huge mouth and tell everyone about it–anyway, I felt like I was in an episode of The Hills and that I was Heidi–HEIDI–and you would feel bad too because who wants to be the Heidi character???

And I wasn’t going to go out tonite because I wanted to avoid feeling excluded. But then I was like–wait–why am I letting this dictate my social life? I am too cute to be stuck at home on a Friday night and watching repeats of LOST!!!

Sometimes the only person who will rescue you out of your own depression is you.

So things are looking up.

And last night I was at home, doing some more work, when I saw that I had a text from my friend Binnie. She wrote, “Just wanted to let you know I’m thinking of you and I miss you.”

And that just meant so much to me, you know? Here was this person who doesn’t even live in the same city as me and doesn’t even know what’s been going on and she just texted me out of the blue.

It’s nice to know that people think about you.

Sometimes I think that our existence is predicated on the belief that other people remember you exist.

And then my friend Henri called shortly after and asked if I wanted to meet him for drinks.

So I met up with him at this great wine bar in the lower east side– The Ten Bells. It’s by the same people who own Le Pere Pinard so just like it’s sibling it’s very laid back and convivial. Say hello to Fifi at the bar!

And it was a great spring night. Doors and windows were open. We looked out onto the lower east side. Indulged in aged goat cheese and many glasses of velvety red wine.

In life, there will always be people who don’t think fondly of you. Who don’t want to be in the same room as you. Who want nothing to do with you.

And you have to accept that.

But there will also be people who care about you no matter what. Who think of you even though there are miles away. Who agree with you when you say, “He can suck a fat one.”

Life is short. Playas can exit to the left. All my ryde or die bitches can stay to my right.

So all the haters betta Watch Out Now.

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