Today I found myself home alone and watching bad t.v. That isn’t uncommon but what made it worse were the texts I got from my brother who is currently taking over my old life in California. Ok so he is not quite taking it over since we share a lot of the same friends (although I think living in my old house and playing with those friends is pretty close to taking over). Anyways, he texted me that he and “our” friends were all together in “our” house. Ann apparently measuring Grace’s crookedness with Caren’s Pinocchio tape measure…

I guess the sad-sigh part is the fact that my friends were all together dorking it up, meanwhile I was home alone because my boyfriend is on some creepass “camping” trip (don’t ask) in New Hampshire. I guess I thought that moving to New York would mean I would always have something to do. Which in theory is correct but it would be nice to have people to do stuff with. Pretty much all my people are in California and I guess I didn’t realize how much I was leaving behind when I moved here until today when they sent me that rude picture that you see. I couldn’t help but think that I should be the moretti creep in the picture! Or at least alongside Daniel…