Say it with me. UN-Social

It used to be:

 My Anti-social alter ego. 

 I liked the ring to it. It rolled off the tongue. It got the point across until I realized.     No, no it didn't.

Oh I could chime off the cliche 'according to Webster' gobblely gook definition crapola, but I've already got you analyzing the word, the post title and you have put 2 and 2 together to realize society has been using the word incorrectly.  This could start another rant but who has the energy. 

If you hadn't put two and two together...well move along. I'm not in the mood for stupid people.  

Irregardless...

(nails on chalk board) 

That said, the word is UNSocial. 

I am UNSocial.

Between November and March. 

UN   Social

Alter-Ego. 

My Unsocial alter ego.
Grammatically correct, but missing pizzazz 

Shut up whiny bitch and get on the eliptical

It's been a while.

The world didn't end, my favorite day has come and gone, the days are getting longer and I have a little faith that I will make it through another miserable season.

There's been no working out. Vitamins have been hit and miss. Bread is still not on my list of things to eat but all in all it's been a bitch of a winter.  Today's mental wanderings are dark and brooding. I couldn't event call myself sad.  Anxious, pitiful, morose and I wonder why I'm put on this planet.

But if you look at me, I'll smile at you, crack a joke and have a pleasant conversation with you. All is well on the outside.
Until you look closer.  Under the makeup there are dark shadows under my eyes, my skin is dry and depressed, and the eye...ya, that's not a real sparkle, that's the eyeliner aggravating my allergies and making them *shine*

Blah.
Who cares.