There are people in this world who are bigger losers than I am. I just don't know them.
Saturday night of a 3-day weekend and my nightlife invitations include dragging my candy ass to Brooklyn to go to the Catty with Jenny OR try to get in touch with Shara to find out the name of the club she's going to with Bonita from Florida. Brooklyn is seeming more and more likely, mostly because Jenny is easier to get a hold of and I haven't seen her in like a month. At about 9:30 pm, after a shower, as I'm deliberating on what to wear, watching hip hop videos on FUSE, the cider and Irish nachos I had with Jess earlier in the day start to make their presence felt and I FALL ASLEEP WITH THE PHONE IN MY HAND. Wake up at 3:00 am to find one missed call and four missed text messages basically asking, "Hey loser, where the fuck are you?"
This was actually supposed to be a public service announcement. Don't ever feel like you, yourself, can be categorized as a loser. Have confidence in the fact that you're probably not. And if ever you do start to feel like you just might be, conjure up the picture of me, in a towel, sleeping with a ringing phone in my hand and feel better about yourself. Because at least you're not that bad.
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