My New Car

My new car. It is petite and red and beautiful. I love it.

Tonight one of my colleagues mocked me about a bodily feature that I used to get bullied about on the school bus every day for a year when I was 12. I'm still not sure whether to be more surprised at the sheer unnecessary bitchiness of the comment or at just how easy it is to whoosh me straight back to those horrible days. Not nice.