the bad

You know when you're running errands and have on a sweatshirt, baggy pants and your hair is kind of rucked up? No? Are you some kind of evil robot? Anyway, that's what I looked like last night when I ran into the former GE. The very last time I saw my college bf in person was at a very low point in my life--I'd just quit my PhD program, I was still rocked by the general awfulness and cheating that the guy in my life had visited upon me, and I was wearing something baggy and stained. Why do things happen that way? Why couldn't I have run into him today, when I'm wearing my cute new top and my hair is semi-under control?