last supper

Ugh. Sunday.

This weekend has been kinda ridiculous.

I've spent most of today trying to catch up on my Tivo and I'm currently in the midst of last week's Dexter "you keep your dick in your pants unless you're playing with yourself or doing something that's consensual and legal." those are words to live by.

I only visit about 10-12 internet sites on a regular basis. Once these sites have been visited during the day, I find myself lonely despite the Google search bar.

Sometimes I wish I had more friends. Monica left a couple days ago and (no jest) every time she goes away she takes a piece of me with her. I should be used to having best friends living in different time zones considering my extensive residential history but alas, I am not. I hate airports and having to say good bye to people I wish lived in my pocket always available for shitsngiggles.



Tom put the kibbosh on going to Knotts Scary Farm with Rich, Marci, Tom, and Elaine. I'm kind of bummed since we had so much fun last year but also not because its already 4pm and I have yet to wash my face/change out of my PJs and i am REALLY REALLY happy about that. I need more Sundays that involve rolling out of bed onto the couch and then back into bed. I do have to make an appearance at the parentals house for wedding planning later but I'm not dwelling on that right now. Maybe between now and then I will develop the magic ability to *poof* myself and this fabulous red velvet couch right into the parents living room.