Holidays

Well, it's Christmas Eve and I'm sitting home alone. But it's okay. I am dealing just fine with my recent let down romantically. I've grown up a lot in this department in the past couple of years, so I don't get my hopes up too high anymore. Last night Jamie and I awkwardly exchanged presents and more than likely said our last goodbye. Putting things in perspective, she doesn't want a boyfriend and I really, really want a girlfriend. A good old fashion recipe for disaster.

I am very hopeful for the future. 2006 just feels like it's gonna be a good one. Maybe I'll get what I want out of life, someone who gets me and accepts me. Someone worth my time and effort. Someone who appreciates what I bring to the table, a giant head, a bigger heart, a nasty sense of humor and questionable ethics. My cyincal nature is just looking to be extinguished by the right person.

Why spend the holidays depressed? I'm gonna pop on Elf, plop in front of the TV and just revel in the idea that I'll be home shortly. My family and friends will no doubt make me feel better about things. Oh wait, no they won't. I haven't been away that long. Ha. But it will be nice to have my balls busted by people who love me. Bring it on fuckers, bring it on.

Happy Holidays.