Friends, Sundays at Tiffany's, and Dallas

New song up. It's Adele's Cold Shoulder.

There is a reason why certain people are my friends or why i have them in my life. Once the reason is fulfilled, does that mean they disappear? People are like that though, they come and go. You just have to get used to it.

I'm also peeved. Don't act like you know me when i don't even consider you friend. "Analyze this for me." That's stupid. I'd rather not let you pick at my brain because you'd never understand what goes around in there. The exasperation!

I read James Patterson's Sundays at Tiffany's. It's a very charming book.

I didn't realize how quickly i read this. It's a very light read and very cutesy. I like how it's written. For some reason, i feel that i've read something by him but can't seem to pinpoint what. Gah. I've never read anything like this book before. There are actually quite a lot of loop holes missing, but i sure don't mind. The ending is happy and it's an overall satisfying read.

I woke up this morning to drive to dallas (hour drive) to pick up my car. I arrived at 3.30 and the SA said that the car would be here in 10-15 min. I ended up waiting an hour for the car. During the wait, EVERYONE called me. What the heck? Momma called me every few seconds to lecture me, pa called me to ask how it was going and random friends called me to see what i was doing. It's like a conspiracy...call judy when she's extremely agitated. When i finally left the dealership, it was about 5. That means rush hour traffic. I ran around in circles and ended up at a restaurant to eat because i was starving and cranky. By the time i got home, it was 7.30. I am officially pooped forever.

I miss my friends. I miss having human interaction with people outside my family. I miss driving to work and getting angry at my producer. I miss feeling my age. This self-pity thing sure does get annoying. blah.

On SYTYCD, chelsie and mark left. Oh gosh darned!