Lists of Twos

1. It has been confirmed that J is moving.
2. It has been confirmed that J has been fired from his job at the Soapbox.

Months ago, I probably would have laughed at both of these confirmations.

I am not laughing.

I am wondering when he will become the person he once was- the man I fell in love with - the man who, still, after all his fuck-ups, has the potential to be Great.

Two New Year "Suggestions" for my well being:
1. Do not get black out drunk
2. Do not get black out drunk and sleep with friends and/or coworkers as a means to feel less empty

(Not that I do either of these often -- I am simply often tempted to.)

Two New Year "do's" for my well being:
1. Quit smoking. (for fuck's sake, aimee, seriously. isn't it about time?)
2. Actually exercise on a regular basis

Two Hobbies to stick to:
1. Learn fucking Spanish (like quitting smoking, also about fucking time.)
2. Sew clothes (and save yourself some money!)

Two Songs I like today:
1. The Chipmunk Song: Alvin and the Chipmunks
2. Money Honey: Ry Cooder

Oh dear. This was a bit more teeny-bopper myspace blog post than I was going for.

Last night was bowling with The Basics employees, and I must say, the best company xmas party I have attended to date. I work with an eclectic crew, but we had fun -- and my bowling wasn't half bad. My only complaint was the jukebox; it carried rap and country.

Only rap and country.

T. Pain does not inspire me to bowl a 300.

I received a wonderfully lengthy email from an old friend slash TheManIWillProbablyAlwaysHaveACrushOn -- he touched on 'talking about the weather' and the related insincerity. After reading, I realized that I talk about the weather all the time. I've become comfortable with that which I hate: meaningless banter with coworkers, all whom I have nothing in common with. I, too, ask people how they are doing -- and I don't give a shit. I don't! On the flip side, if someone's having a terrible day -- I care. I want people to be happy. But if Fluffy learned a new trick, or your Grandmother's hip surgery went well, or you got in a fight with your obviously unfaithful husband about his barrage of underage female Facebook friends -- I DON'T CARE!

In closing, I just might be an asshole.