i just don't have my heart in it

In a twist worthy of a certain Mr. Shyamalan, it turns out that the more self-obsessed I get, the less I blog. I didn't see it coming.

I have been very caught up in my own idiotic life lately, and have not really had much to talk about, but here is a recap:

Work got so busy that I got yelled at for making a bunch of mistakes. Sweet.

One night, I went to a bar in Soho that played only Japanese gogo music and was molded to look like a cave. There, I drank whisky until my card declined.

Then another night, I drank beer.

Then my roommates were rad.

Then I was sober for...ever*.

Also, while craigslist has provided me with two apartments and a job among other things, I have never considered myself a part of "the community." But last week I was alerted to a missed connection ad that could be none other than the e-crap. That's right, some guy at the Strand has a crush on me. While it doesn't turn the arid waste of my love life into a healthy crop of discreet sex, I was flattered. He seemed to take my explanatory e-mail in stride, and we awkwardly laughed it off the next day with some conspicuous mutual avoidance.

Then I played Risk and Monopoly with the roommates for some hours. I am really lucky when it comes to matters of world domination.

P.S. I think I found a second job.

*a few days.