Wanted: New friend. Apply within.

Wanted:

Mature, creative, thoughtful and sensitive twenty something year old seeks new additions to her social circle. Duties of said friend would include: comforting, support, remembering birthdays, the odd tearful phone call at odd hours of the day/night, coffee dates, providing a shoulder to cry on, providing exit strategies for awkward situations, have long, meaningful conversations--and random moments of extreme immaturity and other things that could be included under hanging out aka, shooting the shit.

Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.

As January draws to a close, I can't help but feel incredibly lazy and unproductive. I've been noticing a lot of my statements, whether internal or not are often started with "Yeah, I should... " or "I need to do..." and as that inner task list grows, my motivation trickles away until the only thing on my to-do list that I ever accomplish on a weekly basis is clearing out the PVR in order to make room for the coming week's new episodes.

Yes, it's an actual chore. 

Shut up.

Are you my family? Can I stay with you a while?

When people ask me what my New Year’s resolutions are, I jokingly reply “to nap more and to start drinking at family events.”
 That is to say, it should make them a little more bearable.

Tell every last boy that you're my man; Try not to let you down.

I will admit that I’m a bit of a riddle wrapped up in an enigma wrapped in a vest when it comes to the idea of commitment.

On the one hand, I’d like to claim that I could be it’s poster child: I’m a serial monogamist. I don’t cheat (often). I like relationships. I like calm. I like steady. I’m possessive--in the most positive way I can spin it. I like safety. I don’t mind being tied down. I prefer the ‘couple’ activities. I HATE dating. I have no want for casual sex.

Commitment seems to be perfect for me.

The town all dressed in white; And my skin is burning from the wind

New Year’s came in with not so much a bang but a rather drunk woo and possibly a sloppy kiss or two?

Followed by several hours of throwing up.

Now, as much as I’d fully admit to being hung over, unfortunately it wasn’t one of those cases. No, dude. I didn’t get like totally wasted. No, I wasn’t like SO drunk?

So save your scissors; For someone else's skin; My surface is so tough; I don't think the blade will dig in

Holidays and everything aside, this past week I’ve managed to do a bit of self reflecting. Like most people, I generally like to see the good in well, myself.

Yes, I can be incredibly hard on myself, but at the end of the day I like to think that I have some basic ‘good’ qualities. I like to think of myself as smart, funny, nice and a good friend. I’ve always felt that I was the type of person who wouldn’t be judgmental.

Okay. That’s a lie. I’m SUPER judgmental.