12.24.03 :: 9:26 am
It makes perfect sense that we cap off an entirely shitty, terrible, ridiculous, disgusting, loathesome month with me sitting in an empty office on Christmas Eve, while EP is in Florida, the ex and his plastic girlfriend are schmoopying it up on an airplane, and all my friends and roommates are gone.
Someone just fucking wake me up when I'm having fun again.
Addendum: Merry Christmas, Sundaygirl. Here are some hives for you. Yes. Apparently, I am allergic to my wool scarf. Well, at least it looks like I'm getting some action. Hickey action, but action nonetheless. God.