Weasel in a blender...

Reasons I am pissed as a weasel in a blender.

January 08, 2005

You know what I love about this web journal? The fact that no one knows that it exists. I can complain about people I know.

My friends are on my last nerve. They are so hard to make plans with. I actually got quite excited today because I made plans for tomorrow. Woo! Granted I'm helping my mom clean out her closets...But still, at least someone made plans. ;) I have one friend in particular who is a constant stream of excuses. No matter what I propose, she has a reason why she can't do it. Ugh.
I put myself out there on match.com, but apparently no one is all that excited about befriending someone separated from her wife. Dude. I'm telling you, I have no drama. Just because I don't live with the wife doesn't mean there is drama. Actually, there is less drama than ever. I love it.

Which brings me to...

I love living alone. Love it. Sometimes I wish there was someone else to pick up some slack, but overall I'm just really happy to have everything under control and predictable. Any mess is my mess. I'm getting things set up the way I want them, and I'm stoked about it. My apartment should look like an adult lives here any day now.


1 Comments:

At 1:18 AM, Blogger Joe said...

Keep the faith in yourself. They're all spawns of Satan, plain and simple. I love them, but they're still spawn.

 

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