dear diary, today marks day 582 of the search for a suitable husband - I only thought about the gay guy from the train station once today, I think I'm at peace with never seeing him again and I'm working out in the meantime, but fear I will be unrecognizable if we ever meet again
the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.