I was looking back on the very few posts I have and I realize that my life is far too entertaining to be leaving you all out of it so I'll give you a quick re-cap of where I'm at.
Tim is still around praise the good lord. He's actually grown on me the past 6 months now that I'm completely single and can give him like half of my attention. Sure enough when you give someone positive attention they want to hang out with you, weird.
Nate is no longer around, and i've had a full nights sleep ever since. No more stressing over arguing. No wasted energy of hating him, no acne of jealousy- win, win really. Don't get me wrong I miss the kid but I have way too much pride to actually text him.
Ham, for lack of better alias name, was a great college friend who now I see every 6 months or so to just have sex with. He's a great guy, a great drunk, a great time, and heck if he didn't live 5 hours away maybe there would be something there- but we all know long distance doesn't work so stop kidding yourself.
Obviously my recap starts with the guys and my life- well my life is in limbo. I moved and I'm job hunting while employed which seems almost impossible really. How many doctor appointments can i really go on before I have to fake some serious illness. I'll try to keep the topics vague and maybe even relatable. I'd throw a picture or two in there but what's the fun of actually knowing who I really am right?
Some of you might have got a glance of me on the infamous Santacon in NYC. Now I know Santacon happens every year all over the country but I mean come on NYC is legit. Well my day drinking turned into some heavy night crying.
thats right picture if you can:
a cute girl dressed in a mens XL santa suit
sobbing
sipping on a bud heavy
in penn station
alone
Not only had I had some serious hate sex with Nate after he degraded me all morning via text what girl doesn't get turned on by being called a bitch but I then had to watch him scarf down some hideous salmon wrap from a ghetto bodega while he politely told me I wasn't staying the night, and by polite i mean it looked like a scene from WWE Monday Night Raw on 1st Ave.
Long story short the cops in Penn Station felt bad and obviously invited themselves into my pity party and spared me a ticket. Lesson learned: leave phone at home next time I day drink in a Santa Suite.
xx
