Sometimes I wish I could blast myself to Funkatron and just
become another distraction in a bikini. At least then
someone from the male species would notice me. Our annual
fall dance was this weekend and no one asked me to go.
I played it off like I didn't want to go, but really, I think
it might be nice to get all dressed up and act girly for a
night. Buy a nice purple dress, put my hair up, and
wear high heels. I'd be super hot! But nooooooo!
Instead I was stuck at home reading back issues of EGM.
Not that there's anything wrong with reading EGM, but you
get my point. Sigh! Oh well, there's always the
Tinsel Ball in December. Maybe by then someone will
discover I exist.