It's no secret that I'm a heeeeuge loo-zah. And since I've had to move back to Galeton I haven't hung out with many people. In fact, I've gone 122 consecutive weekends (Fridays and Saturdays, not sure about Sundays) without hanging out with any friends or going anywhere other than taking my dogs for walks and going to stores and crap.
Why would I keep track? Go 50 weekends without hanging out with someone and you start to wonder how many you've gone. And around 100 it becomes the only thing left you have to brag about.
It's a record I wouldn't mind seeing an end to. But like I said, in a different blog, Most of my friends are too far away or are too busy with their significant others and other friends to hang out with me. I've come to accept that I'm not important in any of their lives anymore, not even those whom I haven't even met yet.
And how did I spend lonely weekend #122? Well.... lonely for one, and... I wrote this blog... stared at the ceiling... and blinked a few times... that's about it
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