It's official - I ruined Christmas

Who managed to drop ichi-man-en (roughly $100) from her pocket on the way to Humming Hall this afternoon? And who traced her steps all the way home two hours later, but unsurprisingly found SFA? And who is going to order a pizza she can not afford (both financially and waistline-wise) and cry into the pepperoni while calling herself names and feeling bad?

Yeah, this girl.

I'm sure that, one day, I'll be able to believe that I gave a very Merry Christmas to some deserving soul, rather than some mouthy kid or assholish adult, but right now I am not feeling it. If the money fell out when I suspect it did, then I hope that skeezy guy on the bike gets the clap, because if you see someone drop money, you're supposed to say something, for the love of little green men.

Also, I just got my period, the day before the dance recital where I will be running about in a formfitting piece of lycra and a thong. Thank you, Irony, wherever you are.