Tax Return Loneliness

I'm feeling left out. Al Green is somewhat soothing me as I finally do my tax return, hoping for Rudd's $900 to hit me like a rescue pill.

I'm not part of a gang. This doesn't bother me as I have plenty of dear and lovely friends that warm my heart and make me giggle. But in the last few weeks I've been aware that I'm missing out on stuff. Missing out because I'm not part of one clique or another. Bullshit topic that only a lonely person dealing with 5kg of receipts would dwell on. I've never wanted to be part of a clique and prided myself on this at high-school. But now I just feel left out and am pondering whether it's any indication of my worthiness as a friend? Too self-focussed perhaps?!

I did the unthinkable. I couldn't last any longer and thought of throwing it out there to the gods. Loneliness and tax recording made me do it. I contacted the boy-genius. Reply, reply, reply!! Better still, call, call, call!! Lets make a date soon. Give me just enough notice to throw on a smashing outfit and disarm my nervousness.

Now I have loneliness and nervousness causing nauseousness. I don't even know how to end this post cheerily except that I didn't wake up with a hangover this morning and that's almost as good as waking up cuddling a skinny, smooth-skinned man.