Making an Ali-like return...

So wow, I have been incredibly lax in posting. My awesome plan of actually working on my writing post-laptop acquisition fell flat in a heartbeat. It's not like my life is rife with orgasmic experiences to write about in the interwebs.
The holiday season that I was lamenting in a previous post went off with barely a hitch. I got out of going home, even though I was told by numerous people that I was fucked up for not spending the holidays with my family. My mother is suffering from empty-nest syndrome since my brother moved down here with me so she and my dad drove down to make an insane amount of food for us, that truth be told, we wasted a lot of because frankly we can't eat that much. Wow that was an awesome run-on sentence.
Christmas was even better. My brother decided to take a train home to see friends and whatnot. I on the other hand, slept in until one and then spent the rest of the day watching cartoons with my other roommate's three year old. All in all, a pretty good day.
Other than that not much has happened. I turned twenty-seven in February which was interesting to say the least. It's strange to think that I've been around causing trouble for this many years. The night was pretty low-key (read: not a shitshow like I expected). It was actually pretty good with the exception of being cock-blocked the entire night by this chick that came along with a friend of mine that I invited along with the express goal of "getting hopped up enough to make some bad decisions."
Now, now...before you label me an asshole, this chick and I have been doing this retarded dance for more months than I care to admit without actually doing much about it. We flirt shamelessly but neither of us will actually pull the trigger. My hesitation is we occasionally work together and I don't want to make it weird if she's not feeling me and then it's just kind of out there and awkward.
Ah well, that's the Reader's Digest version of the past few months...like anyone really reads this. Tomorrow will tell of the trials and tribulations of finding a new apartment, deciding on a new career and a reinforced stance on relationships.

And stealing a phrase from one of my favorite bloggers, Mark Hoppus,

May the force be with you...but mostly with me