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      You spend Saturday morning finishing up some of the work that Angela delivered to you, but before too long you get sucked into more mindless tv and your ass begins to grow roots into the couch.  You end up sitting in your pjs for the entire day.  You atleast wait until after noon to have your first glass of wine.  You waste away the day watching tv and snacking on whatever you can find laying around the house.  You look up at the window as the late day sun starts to cast that familiar hue on your drapes,  You're begining to feel a bit disgusted with yourself.   You start flipping through channels again . OOOOOh....Lifetime....another murder mystery.  You love these shows.  They always involve some victimized woman that kills her bastard adulterous husband or some emotionally challenged guy that can't handle rejection.   The volume of twisted sickos out there is downright astounding.   You wiggle into a comfortable position to take in the next murderous episode, thankful that you would be smart enough not to get trapped in one of those situations.  Unless you were the killer.  You might snap if someone crossed you.  A smirk crosses your face.  You watch the latest gory story, glancing periodically at your phone to make sure that it is still functioning, being that you haven't gotten any calls or texts.  Suddenly, as the killer sneaks in the back door with a huge glimmering blade, your phone vibrates madly , falling right off the coffee table and bouncing on the floor.  You reach down and grab the phone, hitting the green phone as you bring it to your ear.  "Hello?"  you ask anxiously.


     It's your friend Jen.    She invites you to come out to the club with her.  You inform her that you aren't really interested in going out.   Jen proceeds to explain to you that she already has a date lined up for you.  You've been down this path before.  You are one of Jen's go-to girlfriends when she is looking for a wing man for her endeavors with some guy that has an unfortunate 3rd wheel tagging along.  You reitterate that you really don't feel like going out tonight.  


"He's a doctor!" chimes Jen. "And I showed him your picture and he thinks you are hot!"


She is very good at playing up your weaknesses in self-image.  


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