vent
Dexter season two. Eye-gasm.
I had probably the worst weekend ever. THANKS OLIVE GARDEN!
Anyway I go to Boston this weekend, Patrick in tow. Yay, Bar Mitzvahs and all that jazz.
So my new roommate Val, has a boyfriend. He's a nice guy, clean well kept, a cartoon fanatic, but he's also here all the fucking time. I don't mind it so much but for someone I've known all of a week to be around constantly I'm weirded out, to say the least.
I want my own apartment, that's purely my own. Where I decide who comes and goes because Janine with her constant influx of theater groupies coupled with olive garden associates is making me a little nuts. I could care less if it were secluded to weekends and things of that nature but wed-sat makes me a little less comfortable. Especially when I was inducted into the house I had to inform everyone of my guests. I only know it's a party when everyone just shows up or when I come home and everyone's here already. Whatever, I'm used to the hypocrisies of words vs action. I'm certainly jaded enough from the years of experiences.
I can feel myself becoming distant and unreliable. I can't balance things like I once could. I feel my friends slipping from my fingers and I don't have time for anyone. I am not trying to ignore everyone but I don't know how to establish better friends when I can rarely see them.
Ugh.
Also, I have so much fucking art work I have to do.
I wish to make something cool it didn't require so much busy work.
I had probably the worst weekend ever. THANKS OLIVE GARDEN!
Anyway I go to Boston this weekend, Patrick in tow. Yay, Bar Mitzvahs and all that jazz.
So my new roommate Val, has a boyfriend. He's a nice guy, clean well kept, a cartoon fanatic, but he's also here all the fucking time. I don't mind it so much but for someone I've known all of a week to be around constantly I'm weirded out, to say the least.
I want my own apartment, that's purely my own. Where I decide who comes and goes because Janine with her constant influx of theater groupies coupled with olive garden associates is making me a little nuts. I could care less if it were secluded to weekends and things of that nature but wed-sat makes me a little less comfortable. Especially when I was inducted into the house I had to inform everyone of my guests. I only know it's a party when everyone just shows up or when I come home and everyone's here already. Whatever, I'm used to the hypocrisies of words vs action. I'm certainly jaded enough from the years of experiences.
I can feel myself becoming distant and unreliable. I can't balance things like I once could. I feel my friends slipping from my fingers and I don't have time for anyone. I am not trying to ignore everyone but I don't know how to establish better friends when I can rarely see them.
Ugh.
Also, I have so much fucking art work I have to do.
I wish to make something cool it didn't require so much busy work.