One drawback of being single is not having that special person to share neat stuff with. And what sucks even more is that my ex was my very best friend so when something neat happened, he was the first person I wanted to talk to.
Snow is forcasted for Friday night and Saturday. It's very exciting. But it's a little sad, too. Last year when we had The Big Snowstorm of 2006, Steve called me on my way home to tell me neighborhood roads were already covered and to be very careful. Ahhh.
Who will call me this Friday night on my drive home to tell me to be careful?
It's moments like these where I slip into that dim (not dark, mind you, just "dim") place of no-one-gives-a-shit-about-me-anymore. I could die in my apartment and Shaun will still text to check on me, and after a couple of days of not hearing from me, he might start to get concerned and actually drive over to my place. AFTER A COUPLE OF DAYS.
I'm really not as depressed as I sound right now. I'm actually quite chipper. I'm not sure why. It could be because that I'm going out to dinner tonight with Jamie and some of her people. Look at me! Being social! My couch will wonder what happened to me - the gal that's been planted on it for the past two weeks. Oh, that's even more pathetic. When no one else worries about me, my couch will.