i watched television all christmas day

moving forward with the year, which is now galloping along at a nice pace, which is a goddamn relief because 2010 is fucking cramping my style. as is my new roommate, who texts me literally five times a day whether i’m home or not like she needs a fucking lifeline to do anything. girl, get off my jock. and pay me back for the fucking pizza.

possibly i’m made crankier because right now hers are not the texts i want to be receiving, largely because i’m in the “did i do something what did i do how did i already fuck up a completely promising man situation” phase of “seeing someone.”

which is stupid, because we already texted today. and he’s sick. and this is stupid.

i’m gonna drink wine and hope i don’t punch my roommate in the face.