Kittehs vs. Bars = no contest

 Right now I kinda love my couch.  I love my netflix, the kittehs and this giant pair of sweatpants that I've had longer than just about anything else.  The idea of "getting out there" and meeting new poeple just seems inordinately terrifying and just plain exhausting. But to be honest, if you had this snuggled up against your leg, would you want to get up and go scmooze with douchey guys in a smokey bar?

November 8, 2011

I spent a couple of weeks beating myself up over this but recently (and probably associated at least a little bit with the end of daylight savings time) I decided that maybe I could cut myself some slack.  I know that I can't hang on my couch forever but maybe right now its a-okay.