My roommate Holly and I haven’t been able to spend much QT together lately which really defeats the purpose of why I wanted a roommate. She probably cares more about the fiscal savings aspect of it all, but I just needed to stop feeling so damn lonely. It starts becoming like groundhog day, waking up before the rest of the world, only having interactions with coworkers and maybe some gym acquaintances, then going home, walking my dog, maybe or maybe not even eating dinner and then going to bed. I’ve gotten to the point that I just don’t even enjoy being alone with myself. That’s why this week has been sort of a treat, because Holly has been getting home from work the same time I get home from working out and we get at least 2 hours of hangout time.
Last night, I convinced her to go on a cruise to the dog park with me because it’s one of our favorite things to do. Drive around through the nicest neighborhood, looking at the ridiculous houses and blaring A$AP Rocky-we are in a ghetto rap phase right now. We talk about our day in about 5 minutes like a married couple, I made us protein shakes for the road like a married couple and then we take morbidly obese Maximus to the dog park. He gets super pumped about this occasion to the point that we can’t even say the words ‘dog park’ until we are around the corner. Anyways, just as we pull up I start bitching about how I always assumed that having a dog would lead to me meeting some kind of Ryan Gosling indie-music loving dog owner. I still don’t think in 8 years of having this pug, have I encountered that. The park is dark and rather crowded, but Holly and I see a guy that in the dusk, looked pretty hot. So we get closer. Then we see the dealbreaker. He has a seriously ugly dog. I mean maybe one of the ugliest ones I’ve ever seen. It’s funny how both her and I look at eachother and we are already thinking the exact same thing.

I couldn’t date him because I would have to pretend to love that thing and pet on it. I know that sounds bad and I didn’t even realize what a dealbreaker it was until we encountered it. Holly says, “it’s like having a PT Cruiser”. I’m like, “it’s like wearing crocs or Ed Hardy”. It just doesn’t matter how hot or cool, some things are just dealbreakers. He really was cute though…and I really shouldn’t be throwing stones because my dog isn’t the cutest thing in the world. Actually, he’s pretty fat and ugly too.

As we were driving home-and it’s not a short drive which makes me think Maximus should appreciate me a hell of alot more. I work all day to make a good life for us and he looks like this when I walk in.

Getting back on track, we see 3 cop cars fly by us like they were on their way to something serious. I don’t know why but without hesitation, we followed them. I just figured it was something going on in my neighborhood since it’s half upscale and borders the crackhead section of the gayborhood. Red lights make it rather difficult to follow a police chase, since we can’t go through them;) But we were able to see the lights and track them down to a big arrest going on at a local pharmacy. It actually seemed rather uneventful, but we were just in the need for some excitement. I bet it was a break-in because someone just needed some prescription meds–NBD. Prescription meds for all I say. Just like the ice cream truck that drives around. Now, THAT would be a good business. Minus the whole legality thing;)

Getting back on track, we see 3 cop cars fly by us like they were on their way to something serious. I don’t know why but without hesitation, we followed them. I just figured it was something going on in my neighborhood since it’s half upscale and borders the crackhead section of the gayborhood. Red lights make it rather difficult to follow a police chase, since we can’t go through them;) But we were able to see the lights and track them down to a big arrest going on at a local pharmacy. It actually seemed rather uneventful, but we were just in the need for some excitement. I bet it was a break-in because someone just needed some prescription meds–NBD. Prescription meds for all I say. Just like the ice cream truck that drives around. Now, THAT would be a good business. Minus the whole legality thing;)

Holly and I shouldn’t have even started getting into it, but we have both had our hearts broken in the last year-badly-and it’s not that I care about that as much or even being single really. It’s just that I feel like my prime years are now. I don’t think I will ever look better, be hipper or as fun as I am now. These are the years that I would think men would want to hang out with us. I have never had that concern that I won’t ultimately find someone. I just hope it’s before my best years leave me and it’s before I am too emotionally scarred and plastic-surgeried scarred to love myself anymore.

And that concludes my night. I tried watching American Idol for 5 minutes and it was too painful, so I got in bed and continued trying to get through this Mick Jagger biography. Still only on page 20.