On the month that was January
So far the year has been less the stellar, due mainly to a feeling of indignation on my part. I have been trying to organise four other people largely solo (though Josh has organised himself admirably) and that has really worn me down... More the disappointment and frustration at finding places and sending out messages to the other girls, and them not replying rather than the actual leg-work... But Christ Almighty... don't these people WANT somewhere to live?!
I've also been a little moody this month. I've ended up being passive-aggressive with Josh, something I swore I would stop. The poor guy must feel like he's under siege half the time, but I'm really just taking my anger out on him when it should really be directed at my old boss (who repeated herself fifteen fucking times and wasn't right the first time), my retarded future flatties, my terribly slutty friends (mainly future flatties), my car, myself for spending all my money on food and getting fat as a result, and stupidly skinny blonde made-up chicks who make me feel ugly but who I in no way admire or wish to be like.
... yes, I have problems... SERIOUS problems... mainly based in impatience and insecurity...
And my dear friend Lana is moving away! Lana (the brunette with me in the photo) is flying out to Ireland on Wednesday morning for an undefined period of time. She plans to be away for at least a year. I'm nervous for her, jealous of her, and really bummed to have her leaving. She is probably my nicest, fairest, funkiest, and down-to-earth friend, and I will really miss her. Still, I'm freaking excited for her because, wow, what a wicked opportunity! If I had her guts, I would be tempted to do the same thing.