So as most of you already know, I have recently found a new roommate and she is going to be moving in on September 11th (I know, bad day). We are very excited with huge plans of dinner parties, TV nights, renting movies, working out, so on and so forth. I am excited for that.

But you know what I am MORE excited for? Having my current roommate move out!

I have talked about her before, so I wont go into much detail...but I will say this as a recap: Jenn is a depressed, anal, cheap, bitter, mean, negative, defensive girl with an eating disorder (I think - NO ONE can eat two boxes of chips ahoy in one sitting and weigh as little as she does). OK, OK, I know I'm being mean, but I've had just about enough with her!

Every night, there is a new issue. First off, all the bills were put in her name when we first moved in, so transferring the names on all the bills have proven to be an exhausting and frustratiung process. And the worst was yesterday, when I called SBC (which covers our phone and DSL) only to find out that in order for them to transfer names, they have to fully CANCEL our DSL for two to three weeks. I know, absolutely ridiculous!!! That means that as of Wednesday, when I am home I will have to use dial-up! I don't even remember how dial-up works!

Well, last night put the icing on the cake. As I was peacefully sitting watching the horendous Hoobastank performance Tivoed from the VMA's the night before, she interrupted me to show me a receipt from Target that was dated June, 2003. That's right, she wants to find out whose kitchen rag and placemat is whose, and if its hers and I want to hold on to it, then I'm going to have to buy her out!

Well that's it, Jenn!!! I will NOT resort to paying 1.75 to keep a kitchen rag that is probably in the trash somewhere! I just wont do it! Take my kitchen rags if you want and leave!

Work's pretty crazy right now, so I can't write too much... but here are the highlights of my weekend:

-Friday: took my mom out for dinner. Got her drunk after she took 3 sips of my merlot; ate WAY too much steak and dessert.

-Saturday: BBQ at my friend's house. Caught up with friends; ate WAY too many chips, drank too many beers, and ate too much dessert.

Sunday: concert in the park in Manhattan Beach. Ate too much cheese and crackers, drank too much wine, and ate too much dessert. Are we seeing a pattern here?

So yeah, that's my weekend in a nutshell. Funny how the over-indulgence all occurs days before I go to Hawaii!

Do you ever get to a point in any of your relationships (boyfriend, girlfriend, spouse, friend, sister, etc) where you just feel like they aren't putting in nearly as much effort as you are?

Well that's how I feel about my boyfriend right now.

First off, I have to say one thing about him. He is one of the most caring, giving, loving people I know. When he does it, he does it oh so well.

The problem is, sometimes, he just doesn't THINK to do it!

Exhibit A: he lives about twenty minutes west of me. Both he and I work withing five minutes of my house. That means, in order to get to my work every day, I have to drive a total of 10 minutes both ways. He has to drive twenty-five (which sucks), but still, he ends up being right in my neighborhood. We both work long hours and get tired during the week, so we end up only seeing eachother average 2 days excluding the weekends. 95% (and this ISN'T sarcastic) is me driving ALL the WAY to him. Why? Because he makes excuses saying that he has no clean clothes with him, or, he needs to get something from his house for work the next morning. So, I end up driving to his house at night, only having to drive THIRTY minutes to my work the following morning.

Why do I do it, you ask? Because I love him.

EXHIBIT B: Since he works on a TV show that has live tapings on Friday nights, his Fridays go a lot longer than mine. Tonight, after work, I took my mom out to dinner because her husband is in Israel. Afterwards, I stopped at her house to help her on her computer. Her house is within 1 mile of mine so we're talking the same vicinity here.
9:15: I call Chris on his cell. No answer.
9:30: I call him again. No answer. (I don't freak out when this happens...he works on set and usually cannot answer his phone).
9:45: He finally calls back. I immediately get excited and want him to stop by my mom's or even mine just to say hi. We had already discussed having our own errands to run in the morning so we knew we were planning on sleeping at our own houses tonight. But I had a glass of wine and wanted to see him, what can I say. But, shit. I was out of luck. Why? Because the genius only called me when he was already half-way to his house. With absolutely NO intention of seeing me, even for a split second!

(Sidenote: typing out all of my frustrations and feelings - especially about relationships - sometimes makes me feel a little erratic and over sensitive and emotional. I would like everyone to know that I am completely aware if I am overrreacting but just like Pringles, "once you start, you can't stop!" Or was it Lays? Moving onward...)

My point is, I know Chris loves me. He tells me everyday in emails and phonecalls and (when we're lucky) in person. Sometimes I guess I just need the action to prove it :)

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I think she nailed it right on the nose.

I miss my friends. This morning, I woke up in such a cloudy state...as if I were still dreaming. While running on the treadmill I came to realize that it had to be because of my dream last night. I was back with all my best friends from different stages of my life. Some of my best friends from middle school, junior high, and high school. But it was my college friends that really affected me. I still remain very close to two of my college girlfriends... one lives within ten miles of me and the other about a forty minute drive, but thankfully due to email and IM, we are able to talk every day easily.

Now I dont remember exactly what my dream was about...but I do remember the general jist of it... and all that is important waking up from that dream is the fact that I REALLY need to reconnect with these girls. We still have SOME form of contact, through random mass emails and forwards, but all I really want is a day of us girls, laying out with margaritas, girly magazines, nail polish and a lot, I mean A LOT of chatting and catching up.

Is that too much to ask? Do you have any interesting stories of friend reunions? Am I expecting too much? I mean, what if after this time we have NOTHING left in common?

(I know, lots and lots of questions...)

Well, it's finally happened... I have a new roommate!! It's kind of funny to see that the whole time the girl was literally sitting in front of my nose. We'll call her L, she is the receptionist at the production company I work for, and she is absolutely adorable. She's from England, but has been here in the states for about 2 years. I sort of knew the whole time that she needed a new place, but I was hesitant to have her checck my apt. out considering the fact that we work together and are around eachother all of the time.

But enough is enough. Time was running out and I needed to find someone quick. Plus, I know where she works so I can trust her.

Anyway, on another note... Big Brother was as good as always last night, and even though I haven't checked out Zoot's page for her TV talk yet, I decided to say a couple of things on my own:

*ADRIA and NATALIE have turned completely evil. Go back to the earlier episodes and I was ALL for them. Now, I can't even stand to look at them. How do you think their mother feels?

*Someone PLEASE put COWBOY on the Young and the Restless... he cracked me up when he was trying to act!

*NAKOMIS: I love you! She is the only "real" one in that house!

I never got around to Amazing Race. For some reason, playing Weboggle seemed a lot more fun at the time. Although, being at work the following day, I am starting to regret it!

If I have one piece of advice for the day, it is to PLEASE WATCH HOW YOU DRIVE!!

Now I work in a very busy intersection in Hollywood (not ON the street, for those of you that automatically thought of Pretty Woman) in a building up on the fourth floor. We have large floor to ceiling windows throughout the office space, so we can pretty much see anything from the city to the Hollywood Sign. When I say that there is at least one major accident in our view every two weeks, I'm not being sarcastic.

Maybe it's the intersection. But maybe, just maybe (and I'm only saying this because most of the people that are involved in these types of accidents are young, beautiful, and probably on their cell phone while driving in these amazing cars) the drivers are to blame for these accidents.

So, the two most recent ones that have occured have been within 20 feet of eachother and both involved 20-30 year old skinny (I'm guessing actresses) women in silver convertible Porsches. In both cases, it has looked as if it was their faults, and in both cases, the cars have been completely totalled. Today's was especially bad. A young woman was driving obviously too fast and went over the curb into a light pole which then proceeded to topple over right next to her car, as her car was in the middle of plants at a gas station. Does that make sense? I didn't think so. Moving on.

The point is, we all have busy lives- work, errands, in some cases school or kids, in these particular cases either auditions or Hollywood lunches... so I understand the need to multi-task in the car. Just please, PLEASE, for my sake and for the sake of others (including yourself), PAY ATTENTION to the road while you read the map, talk on the phone, feed your child, and drink your latte all while reapplying your lipstick. It will pay off in the end.

OK, so as of right now, it is August 23rd at 9pm and I still haven't found a roommate for September 1st.

Am I worried?

Hell yes!

But you know what bothers me the most? In my ad for the apartment, it CLEARLY states how much I am charging for the room. No, it doesn't mention the $75 dollar utilities, but it does say the price of the apartment. 6 people (6!) that I have met and liked and then gone forward to offer the apartment to have all said that they loved me and the place, yet it was just TOO MUCH money. Initially I thought it was me, but two of them have already called me to see if I wanted to go out for coffee, as in, be their friend. Um, no? Didn't they read the ad? Didn't they see what the price was BEFORE they came here? Why did they have to waste MY time by coming over here for at least a half-hour (usually during my fave TV shows - thank heavens for Tivo!) all the while knowing they wouldn't be able to afford it? Why did they have to get my hopes up like that??

Hey, I know I'm bitter. But at least I warned you.

Hello and happy monday to you all...

I'm so sorry it's been a few days...blogger wasn't letting me post on Thursday and Friday (early) morning, my sister and I went to Houston to see Dave Matthews in concert.

Let me preface things by saying that me and planes don't go together too well. In fact, I despise them and I wouldn't be a sad person if I never, ever went on another one again. You see, I'm a little bit of an anxiety freak. I have had panic attacks kind of frequently over the last five years, and while I have learned to take care of the one that occur for absolutely no reason...when I sit on a plane, I have nooooo control whatsoever.

It's not so much when I'm in the air, but the takeoff. The feeling of going so fast and then just flying. I mean, does anyone else find that feeling wierd? And then the turbulence. I am so sensitive to every movement in a plane that I end up making myself crazy (and meanwhile breaking the arm of whoever is sitting next to me at the time). What I don't understand is how everyone else in the plane can be so calm during these moments of complete terror. Does anyone have any good advice on how I can get over these fears? Especially considering the fact that in less than two weeks I am going to Hawaii!

Other than the plane rides (all FOUR of them!), the trip was incredible. Dave was amazing Friday night. We had 11th row seats and were able to go backstage to the VIP lounge before and after to nosh on snacks and get free cocktails. He played for two and a half hours and the setlist was incredible. I also love the vibe at his concerts. The people are all so happy to be there, there isn't a bitter person in sight (except me at the end of the concert when I realized I wouldn't be kissing Dave that night).

Other than that, Houston is a very, um, interesting city. We couldn't have gotten more lost on those freeways if we had tried b/c all of the highways just circle eachother. The place we were staying was incredible. It was a friend's apartment called The Lofts On Post Oak, and I swear it was a hotel pretending to be an apartment. There were 6 resort pools, an internet room with 15 amazing computers, a full service gym and spa, a movie theater (!), a TV room with 6 TV's and an X-Box, and a kitchen with free snacks and drinks, and get this...on Saturday morning, we woke up to a chef from one of the biggest restaurants cooking up omeletes and serving mimosas. One word: HEAVEN.

So that was me... now I have to go check out all of your updates :)

Quick thought... have any of you paid attention to the women swimmers in the Olympics? I'm currently watching the relay, and some of these women are LITERALLY huge! I mean, shockingly... and when they're wearing their swimming caps, sometimes you have to really look close to see whether they even are women!!! They are so built!!

Man oh man, the Olympics are quite addicting once you actually turn them on (that's when no other good reality TV is on). NBC has all the good ones: swimming and gymnastics, but have you switched over to Bravo or USA, you get to see the really awesome sports... like equestrian sports! Yes, last night, they actually had horse-WALKING as one of the sports! Just a horse, and it's jockey ( ? ) walking around a square...slowly, but oh so surely!

Well, I think sleep is calling. Goodnight friends! :)

Today was like high school all over again...

I will get sick from all the drama if I go too much into it, so I will simply say this:

if any friend ever tells you something, whether it's a secret or not, MAKE SURE to double, if not, triple check that it's alright if you talk to anyone else about it. Doesn't matter if its about their sex life or what they ate for lunch.

That's my lesson of the day.

I need a drink!

Very exciting morning kids!

This morning, as I was driving into work,I decided not to stop at Starbucks (for the first time in like forever). I went to the coffee shop downstairs from my office instead...and you wouldn't believe who was behind me in line...

Adam Brody. That's right, my love, my ideal man, Adam Brody of "The OC" fame. You guys, I got so excited, I think I had my first hot flash. I can't help it if I am a teenage girl stuck in a woman's body...(actually, I am only 5 feet tall).

Other than that, I am getting so excited. Friday morning, my sister and I fly to Houston to see the Dave Matthews band perform two nights in a row...and we have fifth row seats. Do we have any other DMB fans out here?

Finally,the roommate search is coming to a close as I meet one of the last girls in the running tonight. I really hope I love her, because I haven't had the best luck with the girls I've met so far.

And yes (DeAnn and Zoot), BB5 and TAR5 will both be TIVO'ed for my delayed viewing pleasure.

So this is the third time I have tried to post an entry on blogger and it just keeps on erasing. Here we go again...

This last weekend has been one of the most memorable yet for me, as it was my boyfriend's and my 1 year anniversary. I'd love to tell you more, but first I have something else to talk about.

My blog is something that I consider kind of personal. When first telling my close friends that I was going to start writing one, they all thought I was crazy and asked why I didn't just buy a journal. I couldn't explain it... I guess I loved the idea of being part of a community of bloggers and having all kinds of people read it and comment on it. And I especially love the fact that none of my "real-life" friends read it... like I said, I talk about my personal life and they are usually in my entries.

Long story short, one person who is very close to me found out about my blog and started to read it, and then called me over the weekend to tell me about it. I immediately felt very invaded and told him that I wished he didn't read it because I felt that it did invade my privacy. He automatically told me that he would never do it again. I felt and still feel very guilty and rude, like I am trying to close him out of my life. But I can't help the reaction.

Now I feel wierd about updating my blog... is he reading? Should I care? What do you guys think?

Do YOU care when people who you really know outside of the blogging community read your blog?

Alright, alright...I know I can't hold any of you back from dying to know how I did bowling last night...

Are you ready?

49.

Yes, 49 points, 3 times, 3 DIFFERENT games. I couldn't go higher OR lower... at least I'm consistent, right?

So bowling was a lot of fun, there were about 13 of us, in three different lanes. In my lane was me, Chris (the bf), and our two friends who are also dating (see August 4.. the 20 year old and the grandpa). SO we played about three games, had a blast, until the third game had ended. Everyone at the other lanes were still playing, so Chris asked me if we should play another game.

"Sure", I told him.

As I pressed NEW GAME on the keyboard, he stopped me and said, "Actually, I was hoping that just Brett and I could play".

Oh, was I mad! And when he saw that I was mad, he immediately was like, "no, no...keep your name up there, lets all play."

But the damage was done. I was offended, and we stopped talking for the rest of the night. Maybe I jumped the gun a little, but he didn't even try to make things better for the rest of the night and that hurt my feelings. It was actually the first time ever that he and I have gone to sleep in a fight...usually I like to talk things out the night of. This morning we talked about it and things are better...but have you ever felt that your relationship is sometimes filled with more arguing than getting along?
Hopefully, it's just a phase.

So, as I commented before, I haven't even gotten a chance to watch The Amazing Race from this week...so no one tell me who got eliminated! Big Brother tonight though... I REALLY hope Jase is out of there (although lately he's been quite entertaining to watch). My friend and his girlfriend just applied to The Amazing Race...they made a whole video and filled out an extensive application...that would be so funny to watch a show like that if you're friends were on it.

Anywho...must get back to work. By the way...Krispy Kreme donuts are currently in our work kitchen. It's taking all the power in the world to not attack!

Tonight is another night of our newly created Bowling League. We don't even have a name but I still am so excited about it. I am a horrible bowler, but my score is slowly improving, which is quite exciting.

For example: three weeks ago, my score was 32 (STOP LAUGHING).
two weeks ago, 54
last week: 72.

Watch, tonight I may break 100. Yeah right, who am I kidding?

What else, what else?

Snookies Cookies are amazing.

My boss was in a good mood this morning and let me have a longer lunch break today.

Where do you think I went? SHOPPING! And look what I bought...

I love them.

In other news:
Roommate searching in LA sucks.
I just ate 5000 jelly beans.
Big Brother and Amazing Race are BOTH on tonight.
I slept really well last night.
Chris and my one year anniversary is on Sunday and I still don't know what I'm doing for it...

My mind is a jumble.

I awoke Saturday morning a little tired and hungover to get some absolutely charming (sarcastic) news from my roommate, who I love OH SO MUCH (once again, sarcasm).

A little background on my roommate: Jen is a girl I met through Craig's List a little over a year ago when I found my 2 bd/2 bath apartment in LA and needed a roommate. She had just graduated college (as did I) and seemed really sweet. She told me all of her interests and they sounded just like mine, so I was quite excited when we planned to move in together.

Starting on literally the first week of us living together, I knew it wasn't going to be what I had bargained for. Jen had no girlfriends. She had only one friend: her boyfriend, who happened to live over 3 hours away. Yes, I was living with an antisocial, closed minded, annoyingly quiet and I think depressed girl. Not fun.

There are good things about it though: she pays the bills on time always, is pretty neat, and is more than quiet. In fact, with our different schedules I rarely see her because by the time I get home she is already sleeping or at least locked up in her room.

Back to Saturday: she comes out of her room in the best mood I had seen her in a long time to tell me that she got another job about an hour away, and she isn't sure she'll take it yet, but in the event that she does, she would need to move, preferably be gone by September 1st.

This presents a little bit of a problem for me as I don't know anyone at the moment who can move in by September 1st. Plus, I'm not an expert but doesn't she HAVE to give me AND the apartment 30 days notice on these things?

Point of the long post: Does anyone know someone who needs to move in to an adorable apartment in Hollywood Hills with a really sweet girl (that would be me)?

Or quadruple maybe...

On Friday I tried to post that last post and blogger wouldn't let me...so I kept on trying and then just quit...

This morning, I looked at my blog to see about 18 duplicate copies of that same post!

How embarassing.

I erased them all except one for your viewing pleasure :)

This I found on Zoot'sI figured, why not?

Anticipating the weekend!


Blaming my sleepiness on my boyfriend's snoring.


Complaining about my cramps.. Being a woman is great sometimes!


Doing menial tasks at my desk while looking outside to see what a beautiful day it is here in LA!


Excited about laying out tomorrow at my bbq!


Forgetting to call my grandma in Israel..night after night after night.


Grateful that I have good friends to complain to.


Hating agents. They just NEVER stop calling!


Ignoring the constant ringing of the phone.


Jealous of the people that can eat ALL day and never gain a pound.


Keeping track of how much money I am spending every day - TOO MUCH.


Loving the fact that whenever I'm bored, my TiVo has got my back.


Massaging my left shoulder...I slept on it badly.


Needing it to be 1:00 so I can go pick up my new pair of jeans.


Orgasmic over how good Big Brother and Amazing Race are this season...


Pondering how my boyfriend can still be so amazing to me when I go through my random moods.


Quitting smoking...18 days today and never going back!!! (hopefully)


Reading E!Online... my daily dose of gossip.


Socializing with my office...Fridays are always more relaxed.


Trying to not feel so sad for my dad...who is unfortunately single at age 60...


Upset that I didn't get to the gym this morning.


Vowing to try to not eat afetr 8 pm on weekdays... (yeah right...chocolate is a MUST)


Wondering why I can't find any new words that start with these letters other than the ones that I found from Zoot.


X.... yup, that's I can give ya here.


Y... Because I love you.


Zzzzz... now I can fall asleep.

Thanks Zoot!

Last night a friend of mine and I went to dinner at this great restaurant in Hollywood called Byrds. We sat down at a booth near a window and started peering over our menus when our waiter came over to us to take our drink orders.

My friend and I ordered our drinks and immediately looked at eachoter in amazement: our waiter was HOT! And not just , wow he's "LA good looking", but in the "can I take you home" hot.

I am taken (sadly, at these moments), but my friend has been single for a half a year now and is getting very frustrated, particularly sexually. At that point, it became her mission to flirt all she could with our waiter in the hopes that, who knows? Something could come of it... Nicholas Cage just married his waitress at a sushi restaurant!

Well, dinner ended, no numbers were traded, but flirting was VERY apparent. He even told us to make sure to come back in and he gave us the nighs that he'll be working.

Fast forward to this morning. I'm at work, happily typing away when a guy's voice makes my head look up. The waiter from last night was standing RIGHT in front of me! I didn't know if I was dreaming or crazy, but I definitely got flustered. He recognized me and smiled very uncomfortably. I asked if I could help him, and he responded, "yeah I'm here to see your boss."

Moments later, my boss comes out of her office, gets a huge smile on her face, and proceeds to hug him and give him a kiss.

Yes, you guessed it...our hot waiter that was shamelessly flirting with the two of us last night is also ...

MY BOSS'S BOYFRIEND!

Last night I went bowling for the second time in two weeks. Not sure why this has become a new pastime for me, as I royally SUCK at the sport...but at this particular bowling alley after 9 pm, games are $5 (including the awesome shoes, which I think is quite a steal).

So a bunch of people that I used to work with on a TV show were there, bowling their hearts out, when I started noticing that there was a little flirting going on with two employees in the corner. Yeah, the beers were flowing so that could have been it, but after taking a closer look, I saw that the girl and the guy who were involved were not drinking...and yes, they were most DEFINITELY flirting.

So I asked my boyfriend, who still works with them, what I have been missing out on.

"I didn't tell you?" he asked.
"Tell me what?"
"They're together...they have been for about a month now."

I was floored. Not because they work together. In fact, I'm all for inter-office dating since that's how my boyfriend and I met and we're still going strong... It's because how unlikely a couple they are.

She's an actress, who's 19...
He's an assistant director... and 43!

Yes, you heard me right...19 and 43, together...and looking pretty chummy at that. And everyone else has known for a while so no one else seemed to think it was a big deal.

So does age REALLY matter in love?... and does anybody else find this strange?

I'm sure some of you have already seen this.

What's your take?

I was told by my boss on Friday that since it would be quite dead in the office today, I wouldn't need to come in until 2. So this morning, I woke up very excited that I would have a nice, peaceful start of my day.

Now I'm not a planner. I think I've tried to do the planning thing in the past but after I realized it just wasn't working for me, I stopped. I have a friend who's a serious planner... I mean, she can't go on with her day unless she knows exactly what her plan is. In college, a friend of mine walked into her room to get her, and while she was in the bathroom, we found a piece of paper out on her bed stating her plan for the day. It looked like this (and I'm NOT kidding):

7:30: wake up
7:40: eat oatmeal and read paper
8:00: go to gym
8:45: come home
8:45-9:00: shower
9:00-9:45: get dressed, do hair, and do makeup
9:45: walk to class

And so on, and so forth, up until the evening when she actually put her TV shows in her schedule, and a bedtime. YES, she planned it ALL out so carefully. Now, my friend isn't THIS bad anymore, but she still is a planner, and honestly wont function if she strays from her plan. One time she and I separately drove to Orange County to visit our friend, and before we knew it, it was getting pretty late. Because I didn't want to have to do the 1 hour drive at 1am, I decided to just spend the night. But my friend was REFUSING to sleep over. Why? Because she already planned out her Sunday, and it started with her waking up at home.

Crazy, I tell ya!

Anyway, where was I... Oh yeah, I'm not a planner, or at least I tend to not be one. But this morning I woke up at 9 and decided that my morning was going to consist of wokring out, getting ready for the day, checking email, going to Starbucks, and reading over coffee. Productive, right?

Well, I ended up making the fatal mistake of turning on my computer first thing when I woke up. What do you think I did from 9 am to 1:30pm today??

That's right, folks, I READ BLOGS!!!

Nothing like a cup of coffee and a blog to start off your morning!

Here we are again, on my favorite (sense the sarcasm?) night of the week - Sunday.

I despise Sunday nights, unless they are spent:
a) on my boyfriends couch cuddled up with him after some good dinner and even better wine.
b) out of town
c) at the bar (where I am too buzzed to remember it's Sunday)
d) watching good Sunday night TV with my girls (used to be Sex and the City, currently we are lacking in the Sunday TV arena - unless you have any suggestions?)
e) i can't think of anymore.

Well, Chris is in Vegas this weekend. His best friend came to visit from London on Thursday and will be here for two weeks. Even before his friend booked his plane tickets, they already knew that they were going to make a Vegas trip with the guys. Now, I am (or I TRY to be) a very trusting, understanding girlfriend so I had absolutely no problem with this. Except his friend ended up visiting with his ex-girlfriend, who is no longer his girlfriend because she is now bisexual. Of course, the girl was going to accompany them to Vegas. That's when I stupidly pondered the idea of "why don't I go then?"

"She's bi", was his response. "She's kinda like one of the guys."

I don't buy it. And I definitely didn't buy it after seeing her. The girl is gorgeous, great body, long black hair...etc.

One of the guys, huh?

Last night was a bad night. I was sitting at home on a Saturday night and started to freak out all of a sudden about so many things. First and most importantly was the feeling that I am beginning to depend on Chris too much. For love, support, friendship, companionship, sex, happiness, etc.

Sure, you need to depend on your boyfriend/girlfriend, but am I depending on him too much?

A year ago, before I was in a relationship, I was the girl that hated my friends that would lose her friends, independence, essentially, her life when she got into a relationship. Am I the girl that I used to hate?

"No", my friend and roommate from college, Stephanie, told me today over a bloody mary. "It's not like I can never hang out with you alone and he goes wherever you go!"

Sure, but was it wrong to feel at that moment that I wish he was sitting next to me right then?

Not that I don't love my friends, I do... It's just that I find many of them draining. They're immersed in drama it feels like, and to hang out with them for an evening, I have to emotionally prepare myself for a week in advance.

Anyway, enough ranting and complaining. Just needed to vent. I need some chocolate and a good chick flick.

Happy Sunday to y'all.