May 30, 2005 01:41
I know I really have no life when I sit at home all weekend watching Sex and the City DVD's and Bladerunner. Oh yeah, and I almost forgot--working fucking 24 hours.
If anyone, ever, ever, ever took me on a date and asked me about myself I feel like I'd have nothing to tell them. I have absolutely no hobbies anymore; I don't even sew or draw or anything.
I find it really convenient that Dan is willing to make the spontaneous trip down to Seattle and hang out with friends, go bowling, enter poker tournaments, etc., but when he's up here no matter how much I beg him to go to or rent a movie, take a walk, go to the park and play frisbee, etc. he'd rather just sit on his fucking ass at the computer or television. I don't get that much time to do stuff other than work and when I do I want to do something fun. Then there's always the trouble of actually finding someone to do it with.
I'm really, really, really hoping my mom will be able to come up and visit tomorrow. I don't get to see her that often and if she doesn't come up I'll be alone on Memorial Day, left to once again, lounge around in front of the fan and watch MTV Prom reruns.