A short conversation about nothing

All day I've been feeling bad for myself. It doesn't help that I'm now listening to ambient music while sitting on the floor of my half empty apartment eating the last box of Kraft Dinner (mom, if you're reading this, please send food). While feeling exceptionally dark, I spent the entire evening trying to figure out activities to enhance my mood sans a bottle of red wine. The first option was to shave legs, wash hair and paint nails (I'm boring, whatever) but this meant doing laundry (read: no towels) and my roommate took the nail polish with her. No joke, I nearly text myself sad face emoticons.

The next option was to write a post that read, "New Year New Me: Big Things Happening," where I'd lie to you and myself about doing ass crunches and eating healthy in 2013. Or better yet, I'd recap the entire last year in a few hundred characters. However, since it's taken me exactly three hours to write up to this point, I figure that's not happening anytime soon. To be perfectly honest, I have no clue where I'm going with this post anymore and I just discovered The Cure has been added to Netflix. Can we take a rain check on this conversation?

(hand-knitted scarf by Scarffaces, Zara Coat, American Apparel hat)
P.s. I'm okay, just having one of those years.

Badley