Beware the TV

Hello all,

I am writing you today from the extra bedroom in my house that has become my sanctuary. My bedroom is filled with so much of my crap, and I need a bit of a vacation from the other members of the household, so this little haven off the front of the house is my piece of heaven; quiet, clean(er), full of solitude.

There was a holiday special on TV, the top 20 songs of Christmas, and I just about stabbed my thigh it was so annoying. I could barely stand Taylor Swift, whom I commonly enjoy, singing the pitchiest version of Silent Night I have heard since high school show choir. Those damn Chipmunks were about to get a hula hoop jammed down their little necks. The last nail in the coffin was when they started to play scenes from The Nightmare before Christmas, one of Fuckhead’s favorite movies. The holidays are like romantic comedies, people think that it’s fun for everyone, but it’s not. Romantic comedies piss me off so much; in the 2 hours you spent watching Diane Lane get devastated and married you get to walk away from the whole experience still alone.

I know not many of the people who read this blog are single, but seriously, the holidays for couples are all about starting traditions and being together in the snow with the presents and all that crap. The holidays for single people is about attending parties hoping that someone will be as pissed off as you are about the whole ordeal and that will be the common bond that will turn the both of you from singles into a couple. Weddings too, going to a wedding is not about seeing you friends get married, no no, it’s about seeing which of your friends are still available, hoping that you are not the last one.

I blame the TV. I keep on thinking Fuckhead will come back to me, even though I wouldn’t know what to do with him if it happened. I try not to think about that but it bombards me at every intersection. Big came back to Carrie, Harry Connick Jr. came back to Grace, even that lady who filled in for Aunt Becky on "Wake Up, San Francisco" when she was pregnant with the twins came back to Danny Tanner on the last episode of Full House. Buffy and Angel! Buffy and Angel!!!! I am a big fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (no judgment) and they did not end up back together after all was said and done!!!!! They were together, knew it wouldn’t/couldn’t work out and never got back together. That was realistic. I’m going to go watch that right now, I have the whole series………….oh……..oh, shit. Where is my entire series of Buffy and Angel, oh, that’s right, it’s in the bottom of a closet in Fuckhead’s apt. on the upper upper upper west side with no plans of coming back to me. DAMN IT!