raybear | I'm not a player, I just fck a lot.

The radio is playing Big Pun and going old school. If by "old school" I mean something that doesn't match the true definition of the phrase and I'm just trying to sound cool. In reality, the radio is playing a joint from 3 years ago. But the point is, I like this song. Or at least the remix version. And even though he says "crush a lot".

I decided to e-mail my ex and tell her about the funny coincidence involving Myles's parents house. I don't think I've e-mailed her since September, since I've had little to say. I'm happy this time I had something concrete to communicate and give purpose to my correspondence. It didn't feel as awkward or contrived. I hope she'll appreciate the humor of the story -- there's a possibility she won't even remember anything. But whatever.

Sparky is coming over tonight to help me eat leftover turkey and watch Kim Cattrall. I also bought garbage bags and I may take down the tree. I don't usually like to hurry and take down xmas decorations the day after, but it's just sad and dying and needs a proper burial. O tannenaum, my name is Antigone.

I'm so weird. But at least I entertain myself. Who else can I guarantee will do that? Well, several people in reality. Just maybe not this second in my empty office.

I get to go home soon.