you say i'm boring, i say go to hell

i’ve agreed to go out with an old friend tonight to have a few drinks. i have a sneaking suspicion that she is going to suggest we go to the library. normally i would put up some sort of a fight and recommend that we go elsewhere, but i'm not really in the mood to expend that kind of energy tonight.

i'm feeling rather anti-social these days... more so than usual. anything involving more than three people generally gets a "no thanks, i'll pass" reply out of me. i think that i am just becoming more of a homebody as time goes on (or lame, depending on how you look at it).

i'm not afraid to say it - i like staying in. the problem with that is that no one else ever wants to do it with you. of course i really don't have a place to whine about this - since i am living such a nomadic lifestyle. it's just that i have better music and there are far fewer annoying people than anywhere else out there. oh yeah, and there aren't any whores/sororistitutes at my place... which may or may not be a good thing, i can't really tell anymore.

maybe i should find some friends who like sitting around and getting drunk while listening to "disintegration", "the lonesome crowded west" and/or "pablo honey."

don't get me wrong - i like doing things - i just have been so frustrated with my situation that i really can't suggest we hang out at my house - since i no longer have a house.

not looking for sympathy at all - just venting through my blog.

:D