Current mood:	crushed
Current music:	Norah Jones-The Nearness of You

let me forget about today until tomorrow

I'm slowly regretting coming to NY for Thanksgiving (which will not be shortened to TG). I think that Kent and Barbs little production of 'happy little couple' is a good majority of it, but that when I'm not home (for any break) I always think I'm missing something that chances are, I'm probably not.

I love coming to the city, I do, but it's just so boorriinnggg here. It's not fun to walk up and down the blocks here by yourself, listening to your ipid and shuffling through the crowds. And nobody's wiling to come here, which I can't understand, so that doesn't help.

Getting back to my first point: Kent. That 9 finger geek has totally taken over Barbs conscious life. "Did I tell you what Kent did?" "Oh, well Kent said" "I'll be heading up to Kent's.." i do not care. The man literally takes twenty minutes to finish a god damn sentence. My eyes actually fluttered while he was talking last night. Thought my head was going to slam down on the table from conversational exhaustion. I can image the police officers standing over my dead body:

"well roger, we still gotta wait for the autopsy, but if you were to ask me, looks like she died from conversatin'."

It's like I don't exist when he's around. I get cut out of conversations, my voiced opinions aren't good enough unless they're later repeated by Kent (word for word I might add). It just pisses me off because I didn't come on this break to see him, I came to see her and she didn't even have the nerve to tell me that he'd be staying with us the entire break. Sweet, awesome, thanks mom.

If they get married I swear to god I'm going to cry. And they will not be tears of joy.