Today is National Get Over It Day. Hmmm. I guess I will choose to get over the ill treatment that I received at the hands of a group of first graders waaaaay back in about 1960 at a classmate's birthday party. Thinking back, it's probably the reason why I've never trusted girl friends any further than I can throw 'em.
Also why I dislike birthday parties.
Also why I've always been drawn to slightly older men. (Sweet treatment from little miss bitch's older brother.)
Ok. I'm over it. I feel all better now.