I've spend the last two weeks indulging in every single bad thing there is out there (except for smoking); sitting around watching TV, over eating, having lots of great sex, watching porn, over eating again. It's been great!

But now, it's time to buckle down!

You know what I really hate, though? This mindset our society has for feast then famine, when it comes to this time of year. We indulge, and have a great time, and then everyone beats themselves up for it; join gyms, buy useless equipment, and stick on it for two months, and then quit. It all seems very shallow. Like we missed the point, somehow. I don't know, maybe it's just my family who does this, but judging by the sales of weight equipment at Walmart, I somehow doubt it.

Anyway. I just finished printing off my resume, and will not go to a local sex shop to put in my resume. Somehow, I don't think my parents will approve of this, but, well, they'll just have to. Besides, I'm thinking of just applying for part-time, since I hope that I'll have something more upstanding for a full time gig. I have an interview tomorrow morning, so things should be more clear then.

MW and I have spent, I think, something like 5 full days and nights together. That's 24/7. And it was here, at my parents house. I think this is some kind of triumph. I must say there were times when we both felt restless and anxious and cranky, but we got through it. I think this bodes well for future co-habitation. I also discovered the absolute joy of porn when there is someone else in the room. Most of the porn I've watched has been solo. However, MW and I had a Porn Night the other night, and, well, whew. It was fun. \m/

Last night, I went out with Lisa, and then with Jallepeno. Both were a blast. I will admit to a certain neglect of my female friends since I've been back, so it was nice to spend some time with them. Lisa told me stories of perverts calling her call center (she works for a hotel reservation center), and I realized I'd be better off working at a sex shop, as far as perverts go. Jallepeno and I went to see Ocean's Twelve, and exchanged Christmas gifts. She made these rocking mini-magnets for me, which I will put up, as soon as I have my own fridge.

That's it for now. Sorry, again, for the wimpy posts. I'm desperately trying to find some kind of routine in my life, and it's throwing off my blogging. In my absence, go rent some porn, and think fondly of me.