That being said, my sadness is on many levels, from outward tear formation at the corner of my eyes, to a deep down bitterness that can only be described as "wanting to kill myself" at the deep loathing and repugnance (yea Shaft, you'll have to look that up) that I feel right at this moment toward my geologically and territorially advantaged friend.
Did I mention that I went bowling this weekend...BOWLING!...while Shaft has been at a strip club being violated on multiple levels by one of the hottest commodities in the Adult Industry in what must be a lawless county in lawless Oregon.
What went on behind that curtain? Did she "Pull the Goalie"? Should Anna Bell have been penalized for "Goaltender Interference"? I don't want to know because I might never come out of my current funk. Sunday mornings are supposed to be a time to rest and relax and all I can do is feel my muscles tense in my shoulders as I type my distain for my friend Shafty.
