Oh happy day

I have a question for you: what is the one thing that could possibly be more pointless than my last entry?

Answer: January. January is a pointless month. It should not be allowed to exist.

I realize that life is no more exciting than you make it yourself, but honestly, I can't move *again*. A holiday would be great, but I don't have anyone to go with. I might have someone to go with this summer, but summer is months away. Whine, whine, whine.

I think maybe having a 'The Hills' marathon the first week of January was not such a good idea. I want to be sipping cocktails in the sunshine every week of my life, and goddammit, I'd even take all the bloody drama.
Today one of my colleagues announced he's going on a 2-week holiday to LA and San Francisco. He's a nice guy, but I hate him so much right now. Envy is ugly. Maybe there's a reason green has always been my signature colour? Not because I love trees (although I do), but because I'm always pining after everyone else's lives.

Anyway, in the long run, I think I might be fine. In the short run, I gave in after months of resistance and placed an order with amazon. Not what I really wanted (4th season of SGA is still £30 and SEK450 everywhere online, and well, nowhere in stores) but I got several items on the sale which I have wanted for a long while, so not like, a disastrously crazy decision. Only £40 of British humour to cheer me the bloody hell up for a while (just to tie me over to my bday, when I will be a quarter of a century and practically 30. Boy, am I looking forward to that!).

Anyway. Back to work...

PS: I did go for a run in my hood on Saturday. I'm even considering one tonight, in darkness, because it's the start of bday season and of course there's chocolate in the hallways. Evil.