damn it

I come home from a long day of pushing the fog button to find my housemate has a certain girl he’s been hooking up with since the wild party we had on Sunday. That’s fine, I like her. Unfortunately she happens to be best friends with the girl I drunkenly hooked up with after a hard day of rocking at the art fest and she’s sitting in the living room as well right now. The decent and best solution to this problem would be to talk to her and somehow explain how I am not interested in performing such acts again. I don’t have any problems with her; I’m just not interested in having any sort of continual relationship, even if it’s just hooking up, with anyone at the moment. All I wanted to do was come home, finish reading an article I started at work and go to sleep. Looks like I’ll be bolting from my room, making a mad dash across the living room, and heading somewhere to drown out my conscious. Perhaps someday I’ll make an attempt to solve problems as they arise rather than simply running and hiding from them. Not this evening.