Yeah, that means you.
  1. There is no universally accepted way of saying “I couldn’t possibly care less” when listening to a “friend” discuss how much fun they had with their other friends when you weren’t invited in the first place. But saying “fuck off, nutmunch” just about comes close.
  2. This was a perfect weekend to stay in and watch movies and eat popcorn alone. Not like I’d have had company anyway, mind you.
  3. While I have bought the ticket to go to NYC at the end of this month, I’m seriously debating not even going. I also realized that I could mention I’m going five times a day on this blog up until my departure and there will still be a couple of rubberneckers screaming that they never knew about it upon my return. Bet.
  4. Bank of America, I hate you and your fees. My next check is going in a coffee can in the fridge.
  5. My wardrobe needs a serious B12 shot.
  6. If it weren’t for Death-Phoenix and the FISHER project, my phone would never ring. Always nice to know that around the holiday season.
  7. I didn’t lose your number, I deleted it.
  8. Death-Phoenix asked me this morning what I was getting her for Christmas. Do you think Target sells clues?
  9. I briefly flirted with taking this entire site down this weekend for all the right reasons. We’re still making eye contact.
  10. The recent promotion was more damaging than previously mentioned. I could very well be out of a job by the end of the month. Clemency is not on my side this year.
  11. I have officially worn down every pair of New Balance I own running after “friends”. It’s sickening.
  12. I think I should a take hiatus from homosexuality for a while. Gay men are starting to get on my fucking nerves.