one, two, three

I was yapping about something unimportant on a flight back to the Bay Area from Southern California when one of my closest friends teased me and said, “All you talk about are boys, work, and vacations.” True. Owned.

But really, I am 22 – what else is there for me to do with my life right now? Work takes up 80% of my time, and the other 10% is spent writing in this blog and rolling my eyes at my month-long slomance with Shoes. That’s what I’m calling it. A slomance. The remaining 10% of my time is spent sending out emails resembling PR pitches to my friends, suggesting vacation spots. Right now, I am looking at Jamaica (only because of the Sandals, Jamaica reference in The Office) for my high school girlfriends and Costa Rica with one of my guy friends from college. By the way, notice that 0% is dedicated to sleep. I really don’t sleep.

I ate so much this weekend, and now I’m worried that I’m going to be the size of a house. By the way, I remembered today that I used to have C-cup boobs. There was a point in time that I was 128 lbs. in college – did you know? That’s insane when I think about it. I can thank those extra 25 lbs. to Ortho Tri Cyclen, the most terrible birth control ever invented. Try Microgestin. It rocks.

My skin has been freaking out on me (my poor diet, stressful job and lack of sleep doesn’t help). One of my girlfriends quickly suggested that I get back on birth control to help my skin, to which I quickly said, “NO.” I feel like doing so will mock my sex life. To be honest, I don’t miss sex at all. I always feel like I’m giving in to guys when it comes to sex.

This weekend, I had a hotel room with a fabulous king bed to myself, and I thought, “Damn. It’d be nice to have a man here right now.” But then I realized that I wasn’t craving sex at the moment, and that I haven’t craved sex in a LONG time. I turned on the TV and watched Sex and the City and the Disney Channel and realized, “Shit! This is the LIFE.” I’m so selfish right now. I might occasionally miss companionship, but I like to make my own rules, and I don’t like to share. I don’t want to share the remote, and I definitely don’t want to give anyone more of the blanket. I want to use all three pillows, and hog the bathroom for as long as I want.

Okay – I just wrote a long entry without actually saying anything. Time to hit the hay. Ciao!