Maybe He Posts the Phone Numbers Up on His Closet Door

Not really, but I do love me some anti-valentines day cards c/o my favorite Jason Sho Green.
So I wasn't sure as to what I should do with myself this eve. I pondered the idea of playing one of those point and click games they suggest in the banners above your MySpace page---I found the one that involved figuring out if Brittany Spears was mentally stable especially endearing---but decided that rather than subject my little Toshiba Satellite to such possible virus issues I'd figure something else out.
Last night I began Disk one of a 4-disk Alfred Hitchcock dvd set my father got me for my birthday. Maybe I should keep on that. Or maybe I should clean my room. I really need to do some laundry so I have some options for the upcoming weekend of fun I have planned. Or better yet, maybe I should find something to make in my crock pot tomorrow. I also need to go grocery shopping to get wings for the Chinese New Year (it's THURSDAY ya'll).
Nah, I think I'll settle into my pjs and go set up residence on ADEN's couch for a bit. All the girls at work today were talking about boyfriends, and possible boyfriends and crushes and gush gush gush. My most recent run-in with a boy only led me to feel even less certain of my confidence in such realms and led me even deeper into my current stereotypical single and grinding my teeth smiling like I don't give a crap fascade. The truth is, I don't know that a relationship is anything I'm interested in right now but who ever said a little flirting and dating wasn't a good time? Bah.
Now, to go settle onto that couch and be cranky for a moment and then zombify into some quality cable tv.