Three's A Crowd

Where do I start?

The New Year saw me moving out, only to be displaced a mere three weeks later. Long story short, my best friend's boyfriend basically told me he didn't want me living there, that it had been a "mistake" to begin with. He had been ranting to my friend ever since I moved in, telling her how "uncomfortable" he felt having me around and that he needed his own space. After she told me all this, he came home from work and a heated discussion became an all-out war of words. I had never had someone make me feel so insignificant or small as he did that night.

I started packing a bag, deciding to head back to my parents, when they started to go at it. They've always had a on/off relationship and their fair share of problems in the past, but this was the straw that broke the camel's back. She told him it was over and that this time, she meant it. It was only then did he realize that maybe he should have handled the situation differently. He came up to my room and begged me to stay, that he had overreacted and took his bad mood out on me. I wasn't having any of it. He had blown it. Big time.

It's literally "The Break-Up" with Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn. They sleep in separate bedrooms now and have plans to sell the $300,000 house they couldn't afford to begin with. So where did this leave me? Living out of a duffel bag at my parents until I could find an apartment reasonably within my price range. I've been living on my own for about a month now and I couldn't be happier. I come and go as I please, walk around in my underwear, watch and eat whatever I want, with nobody to answer to but myself.

Sorry

I would just like to apologize to the wonderful people that haven't forgotten about me and have left comments in the past few months. So far, 2008 has been pretty chaotic and full of changes - I'm only now just starting to catch my breath and take it all in. I promise a full update this weekend.

I swear.

One Step Forward

Clearly my #1 New Year's resolution should be to update on a more frequent and regular basis. I'll spare you the excuses and just say I'm back...for now.

The past couple of months have been relatively uneventful, to a degree. In a moment of weakness, I took back the douche bag, only to get burned. Again. However, I can definitely say that that bad habit is dropped butt good!

There was also another fella, but that fling was so brief, I don't even think there's a word for it yet. A flick? Yeah, that'll work.

I'm finally moving out next month! My friend and her boyfriend are getting a place and asked me to move in with them. I'm really excited. I can also see the hundreds of ways this might become problematic, but at the same time, still living with my parents at 25? Pretty much stomps all of 'em.

To wrap this up, I saw the freakin' Spice Girls, won a $1,700 jackpot at the casino, and had a rather good Christmas. All things said, I hope everyone has a happy and healthy new year!

See you in '08!

Drunk

I am. Three days in a row actually. That guy I hooked up with? The one that kept bringing up his ex? Turns out she's not his ex, she's actually his current girlfriend! I unknowingly slept with a dog that has a girlfriend. As if I didn't feel bad enough...

As for my ex? I still have feelings for him. I can't help it. I had a date last night and ended it early just so I could see him. He wasn't happy about it. My date. At all. And tonight? He's out with some chick named "Dannica." I don't buy it. He's just trying to make me jealous, and it's working. We're like, 25 and still playing these games. WTF.

I rented "Captivity" and it literally made me dry heave. Seriously. Have any movies actually made you dry heave before? Gross.

I should probably eat something.

Sweet November

I really need to get back in the habit of updating this thing on a semi-regular basis again. But my life as of late has consisted of work, boys and TV, with not much room for anything in between. I'll try my best to be a better blogger. Thanks to anyone who has stuck with me during the dry spells.

I'm back to working full-time again. It took some time getting used to, but I've been enjoying it for the most part. The people have been great and the new boss, even better. I can definitely see myself working there for the long run.

Boys. Yes, that's plural. The ex has become a friend with benefits, minus the friend part. Not the most healthy relationship, I know, but I'm having fun...For now.

Last week I went out with an old friend that I've known since we were kids. He brought along a friend, and said friend and I hooked up. Not my finest moment either. We went out for drinks a couple nights either and it was like someone had flipped a reality switch. He talked about his daily pot habit and brought up his ex-girlfriend on more than one occassion (four to be exact). Both dealbreakers in my book. I dropped him off two hours later and booty texted the ex, who was more than happy to oblige.

So that's it; work and self-destructive tendancies. It's like a woke up one day and became the poor man's version of Carrie Bradshaw. Only without the great shoe collection and cutesy narrative.