holidays drag and days are rarely remembered

hello all my dearest sweetest,
a little tipsy after a few of my new winter drink (white russians). obviously i am obsessed with everything ruskie and also everything moral and also everything crime. but mostly i have just been watching veronica mars. and i know what you're thinking. you're a pedophile who's obsessed with teenage girls. but this is just not true. i just like mysteries. and teenage angst. a disturbing piece of news from my true crime research: a lot of female serial killers are nurses. creepy. okay on to my lack-of-a-love-life. because i know you're all just boiling in your seats, because i can never write without mentioning it. well, i guess i haven't completely gotten over the youngish, my employee nurse. this is ok though, because normally it is not an issue and i've just learned to live with it. if she would just stop being so fucking adorable, that would help. but she cannot. and for some reason, i occasionally experience profound bouts of jealousy.
the holidays were shite. thanksgiving was depressing. christmas was blase. and new years was less than. luckily i've still retained my can-do spirit. somehow. i'll write more soon. i have a lot to say. but i'm too drunk right now.
love and worse things,
blamblo