Another night, another beer.

It's a cycle that's hard to break.

At work I get this feeling of overwhelming dread.

Too much that I can't crawl out of.

This still cracks me up:

http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/video/office_psa_relationship.shtml#video

So I had to run a tab last night. I always feel like an idiot when I do that.

It's just not professional.

I lied.

There is no hope.

I'm exhausted from trying for so many years.

There is hope for me yet:

http://hotchickswithdouchebags.blogspot.com/

You turn into a different person in late afternoon.

Enjoy some creamy pumpkin pie.

Do you have a better word to describe Starr Jones?
What is so powerful about that word that angers you so much?

That's not what I want to write about today.
Today it's about cockblocking.
Why would someone invite me to meet their friend staying at their house, notice how well we seemed to be getting along, then never leave the room to give us any time alone? I tried waiting her out until 3:30am (her husband had gone to bed hours before), but my hostess wasn't having any part of it so I slipped her guest my phone number and left.