I think it’s safe to say that’s officially the dead of winter. With that, comes a lack of creativity and writers block once again. This weather is just depressing with the grey skies. Am I saying that I’m depressed? No I am not. But the weather affects my mood (along with the massive amounts of caffeine I’m ingesting).
I came to the sad realization last night that no matter how much I will try to change it, Ipod Guy and I aren’t romantically compatible. We get along as friends, have a jolly good time together, but it’s no real love connection. I’m not upset about this, in fact I kind of knew that there weren’t going to be wedding bells, but when both parties are like, “Yeah, you’re really cool…but it’s just not gonna happen and we can’t really put a finger on WHY it won’t.” It sucks. He told me that he hates the Ipod Touch I got him. Apparantly he’s more of an old school Ipod Guy, and I still think that he’s an asshole at times, and he knows that. How many frogs does one have to kiss? Like really?…this is annoying. I’m getting too old to try and jam a square peg into a round hole. 😦 I knew it wouldn’t work…but there’s always that cruel evil mistress called “Hope”…or honestly, maybe it’s more boredom than anything and lack of meeting anyone else I’m into.
For the love of God I wish this writers block would go away…that I would have something more interesting to talk about than what I’m watching on tv, how much coffee I’m drinking, and the two essays I’m editing this weekend.
I’ve been watching Celebrity Rehab on VH1. How is it that Amber Smith is like the world’s prettiest recovering addict…I mean, last season, she looked good even though she was addicted to booze and pills. I can’t even have a few glasses of wine without my face exploding to the size of a pumpkin. What’s up with that?