"There's just nothing wrong with you. I guess you keep falling for the wrong people."

Ah, Friday. I would be rejoicing in your arrival if I did not have oodles of work to do. Laundry Pile of Doom? Yes. Outstanding freelance project that should have been done on Monday? Yes. Sort out the tattered remains of my love life? Yes.

Oh no, what happened with Holly, you ask? Well it seems that in the wake of the "I'm in love with someone else and it's not fair to you conversation," things have reverted to an almost pre-Provincetown level. Oh goody. Why do I keep banging my head against the wall and wondering why it still hurts? Because I'm a masochist.

Seriously folks. Fuck Holly. Fuck OFAG. I have two cats now, one of whom likes to sleep in the space between my curled legs, and that's all I need.

So in the meantime I can revel in the fact that my new job is AWESOME. Why it took me so long to leave my last job is beyond me. Oh that's right -- I'm a masochist.