Something Beautiful

When I told my mother I broke up with Ex-Boyfriend she told me to "do something beautiful" for myself everyday. Warping this concept to suit my own superficial, Manhattanite soul, I have gone shopping, bought new make-up, got a hair cut and groomed every inch of my body. While this is not quite in line with my mother’s vision of her daughter gazing at sunsets and feeling the joy of life, I do feel I have made the right decision. When, in a week or two, I dissolve into a puddle of mushiness and obsessively analyze every moment Ex-Boyfriend said anything sweet, somewhere in the back of my head I will think Though I am Ex-Boyfriendless *sob* I am also totally hot.

If there is anything worse than missing a boy and hating your job, it is missing a boy, hating your job, and feeling as though everyone has prettier hair than you.