Jimi's on a bromance date with Steve; dinner and movie with their friend Aaron and then a movie, a Western. I suddenly feel inspired to grunt like Tim the Tool Man.
I was, of course, invited along, but I don't like going to the movies because I'm crazy, and so while I initially accepted, I bowed out this afternoon in favor of spending my evening at home alone with the dog and the cat and the internet and the Sims 3 and TLC's Say Yes To The Dress and Four Weddings.
And pizza. And beer.
And while I miss my best friend, I can't lie and say I don't enjoy the occasional evening spent completely alone. I think I'm going through one of those phases, one of those that makes me super anti-social and reclusive and antsy when I'm out of my own house. I'm going to fight through it, though - tomorrow we're going to Cincinnati to visit with Sweet Maggie. All the more reason tonight is welcomed; I started feeling anxious about our little day-trip as soon as I woke up this morning, and this will help me center myself and enjoy the time we're spending with our friend.
So I've ordered my pizza, and I'm drinking my beer, and I've begged off of going over to Stacy's to pick up the present she's got for me. I'm watching catty bitches on television critique each other's version of the happiest day of their lives. I'm going to start playing The Sims 3 any minute now.
Oh, and this is my 300th boring blog post. True to form, no?
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