But don't worry, I have no intents whatsoever on stripping the flesh from your bones. Despite the universe's best attempts, I am still very much alive. Hopefully I will be able to update with more frequency in the future.

So here I am. I'm sitting on this very obnoxious, navy blue love seat that has been worn out so much in the middle that no matter how hard you try to sit on one end you will always sink towards the center. Meiko is playing on iTunes, she was preceded by the wonderful Cat Stevens and the entirety of Mona Bone Jakon. I got so into singing along to I think I see the light that I accidentally spilled my coffee all over the place and had to do a frantic clean up before certain irritating and obsessive compulsive (not to mention bitchy) roommates noticed. I'm pretty sure it reeks of coffee in here though which will surely give me away. Speak of the devil and she will come. The topic she has decided to grate upon us is the kitchen light bulbs, apparently two have burnt out. We MUST get new light bulbs and we MUST install them but we MUST remember to not turn the lights on unless we MUST turn them on. As I have stopped using the kitchen because I was sick of her leaning over my shoulder telling me how to cook (she can't cook) and telling me how to clean(and then immediately re-cleaning what I had just cleaned) I find myself really not caring about the amount of light available in that part of the house. One of these days she will catch me when I haven't been properly caffeinated and I will more than likely go ape shit on her annoying, controlling, behind. I'm working on controlling my rage.

The windows look like that old wavey glass that I love because of the way the rain is dripping down them. It has been raining all day, I've been watching and sipping my coffee since I woke up at the crack of noon. In my defense, I was fully awake until 4 AM sexy texting my paramour. Complications preventing us from dating officially unfortunately also affect my sleep schedule. But I don't complain because it is rounding on 7 months since I had real sex and this, while through electronic media, is effective enough at curbing my horny enough that I can function like a real person during the day. I still believe that if everyone in the world had sex and caffeine there would be no war and we'd all be a lot more productive.

Further, these complications around my pseudo-lover are becoming more and more frustrating as time passes. It starts as it always does with a terrible break up. The Ex is the New Boy's roommate. Complication one. The Ex is irrationally hung-up on me. Complication two. I am not allowed to visit because The Ex does not want to see me at all, which is preventing me from seeing a lot of my friends as frequently as I would like. Complication three. The Ex will not talk to me even though the only thing I would like to talk to him about is a way to be civil to each other so that the group can hang out as a whole again. Complication four. The New Boy, while liking me very much, understandably does not want to put his living situation into jeopardy. Complication five. The New Boy and The Ex are friends. Complication six. And The biggest complication of all is I still care about The Ex to the extent that I still care about his feelings, would like to be friends, and don't want to hurt him and his roommate, The New Boy, feels the same. Long story short? I sure can pick 'em. I know I should move on from New Boy to someone more appropriate but I really don't want to because there is the final complication of the New Boy and I being nearly perfectly simpatico in a manner that I have never experienced before which is exhilarating and breathtaking and wonderful and heartbreakingly tragic since nothing can come of it the way things currently stand.

I need to re-think my priorities.