a day in the life

this is what it's like to be single on a Sunday in NYC.

wake at 2pm with a mouth feeling like you ate sawdust thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol consumed last night.

realize you went through thirty dollars taking cabs around the city, and then remember you almost threw up in the cab on your way home, and then stiffed the cabbie because you only had a ten left.

stumble through the piles of clothes, etc, on your bedroom floor on the way to the bathroom, and wonder idly how in God's name your room gets so messy.

pile all your clothes from the floor onto your bed in hopes that you'll soon have the energy to put them away.

eat cold spagetti from a tupperware while sitting on the pile of clothes on top of your unmade bed while facebook stalking.

watch Mean Girls while huddled in a blanket still wearing only underwear and a t-shirt.

think about making dinner.

think about going to the grocery store.

think about all your bills.

sit on top of all the clothes on your bed again and try to think of something to blog about.

try to knit. get frustrated. stop trying.

think about going to bed.

jealous?