Today I was supposed to graduate.  Me.  But two days ago I lost that opportunity.  I just feel crummy.  I bought 4 cupcakes for Pauly from That Takes The Cake because I thought he could use a treat for coming again in less than a week.  Clockwise from top left they are:

• Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (White cake with chocolate frosting)
  
• Carrot Cake
  
• Forgot what the "cupcake boutique" calls it, but Red Velvet
  
• Lemon
  

All I can think about right now is eating them all and them feeling exaggerated guilt.  This is what my life has become.  Again.  

This whole no yob thing is seriously starting to make me feel like shiitake mushrooms.  And not the good kind, marinated in butter, oil, and herbs.  I've been burned to a crisp, masking my natural aroma.  

This pasta tastes terrible!  

Someone had the nerve to ask me if I was coming to the new grad graduation.  No offense sweat heart, but I was denied that. Two days before the ceremony.  I am no longer part of the cohort.  Excuse me for being selfish, but I don't think it's fair to put me through that.  Maybe you need support, but so do I.  I'm deeply sad.  Very would not suffice in this state.  I feel deep sadness.  Walk in my shoes for a day.