Sex in the City Wednesdays

Sick day means Sex and the City marathon in front of the fireplace.
With my giraffe print blanket, of course.
I no longer want to rip out my tonsils, so that's good.
So long as I don't get any worse, I can chalk this up to a minor cold.
Huzzah to that.

Well, it's not even been a week and I already broke my promise to myself.
No, I haven't had any soda, but I looked at his profile on Facebook.
I just had to see if he was even on there to notice.
He has been on there since I added him.
If he doesn't say anything by my birthday, the end of January, I'm deleting him again and never looking back.
I can't do this to myself, but I have to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Then I'm done.
This is all pointless.
Some friendships are worth being mended, and others are not.
I must accept this one, and move on.
It's is my solemn vow.
Anonymous readers, please hold me to this.

I wish I could live like Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda.
Their lives were great on the show.
Le sigh...

Wishing I were Carrie,
BAMF