ivy on the walls

i'm at work blog-stalking (naturally), and i find a treasure trove of blogs.
blogs written by amazing seamstresses.
mothers.
wives.
photographers.
artists.
teachers.
you wanna know something?
i went to high school with all of these people.
all of them are younger than me.

i'm going to go drown my under-achieving sorrow ("i'm totally more sad than you") in orange soda.