Killing me softly.

World War III is going on today,

right here in my apartment.

It's Man vs. Vegetables.

And it's going to be a long, bloody battle.

He says, "I wish there was a vegetable that I liked."

So I ask, "What if there was a way to cook the vegetables so that it tastes better?"

"NO! I don't like vegetables and I especially don't like them when they're cooked. I will eat them if you hide them and I don't know they're there but as soon as you tell me there's vegetables in something I won't eat it again."

WHY?

What is it about those delicious little garden-grown fellas that make them such mortal enemies?

This has been a long painful weekend, but I've taken my big sister's advice: Life sucks! Suck it up, buttercup!

I'm making changes for me. I'm not making changes for anyone else.

And I saw my ex's little brother today.

He told me I look good.

Why would you be nice to me now that I'm not dating your brother when you hated me the whole time we were together?

But don't worry, I forgive you.