I want a glass of wine. Like now. Maybe I will, I have about 20 bottles of it, and I so rarely drink it, like, ever. I'm more of a wine collector. *looks about whistling....*
Yeah like this bitch has a clue about wine. I know what I like, what is considered "good", what everyone else likes, I could give a flying crap.
Just came home from karaoke. At which I did NOT sing. Ungh. Just so not in the mood, haven't been for a while. Which is not me, but is truly an indicaton of where my head has been recently. Actually I'm not entirely sure where that is, but I'm sure I'll find it eventually.
I just realized that I did summer number 8 single. How sad is that?
Eight years. Wow.
And now going into Christmas number 8 single. I can feel it. Last year I sat at home alone and cried. I wasn't sure that it would be possible to be that depressed. But perhaps this year might be worse.
Oh well. Not like there's a hell of a lot I can do about it.
As all you dear readers know, I'm not the person to be running around finding some guy to fill the void (get your minds out of the gutter.....there's not enough room for my brain). And so. I'll probably spend another Christmas alone.
See. There's rhyme and reason to all the living beings in my house. They keep me total company. I loves them.
Yeah so I ran away from karaoke. All the sickening happy couples showed. And I was outta there. There's also this creepy couple that caused my friend heartache, omg it was a bad situation, they were online stalking and impersonating her. Anyway. I can't even look at them. Ever. Bastards. They show and I'm gone. I know it's not my fight, but I know I have no respect for these creeps.
So I'm home blogging and working on my website, watching Grey's Anatomy. Ah my life.