Why?

I spent the entire afternoon handing out olive branches to several ex-friends of mine. Which deserves the question.... Why?

Feeling lonely is a part of it, yes. But also... I miss these people. No matter how fucked up it may be in some cases (namely, my tit-grabbing ex-friend P) and blah in others, I want need to find out if there's something that can be done.

So when I finally find out that there isn't (because, obviously... tit-grabbing) I don't get to feel like such an asshole for giving up on them.

Does that make me pathetic or really fucked up?

I'm fucking tired, man. I wish I could go on vacation. Or not go anywhere, and just stay at home, and rekindle my torrid love affair with my bed. But the working year stretches up ahead, and goes on and on and on, ad infinitum, till I go mental just thinking about it.

Just finished reading Sloppy Firsts and Second Helpings, from the Jessica Darling series by Megan McCafferty. I highly recommend them, especially if you are a) a girl, b) just getting out of your teen years (or early twenties) and c) feeling emo. Seriously.

Also recommend: MISFITS. Which just may be the most kick ass and insane tv show in the air right now. 100% politically incorrect, fall flat on my ass and bang my head hilarious. It's also british. My anglophilia is back and accounted for.

I will, eventually, write a complete review.

In the meantime... Did I ever mention how much I adore the word WANKER?