Where the hell are you?

You've been mia since I talked to you last week. As Kelly would say, What the hell??

Anyways, this weekend I made it a point to not mope around the house like the last one, so instead I went the exact opposite direction and stayed out until after 4 am both nights, like the drunken fool I truly am. Let's just say the activities involved a lot of substance abuse and were rated somewhere around PG-13. I haven't smoked a cigarette since college, I think, and now I remember why... between that, the hookah, and some homemade absinthe, my mouth tasted a little like I would imagine a dumpster to taste. However, I did manage to convince a dude to make me brownies (with walnuts!) at 3 am on Friday night and I'm pretty sure I've gotten the post-heartbreak-wild-child-ness out of my system for a while. Now I can safely go back to hanging around the apartment with my Blockbuster Home Delivery and HBO On Demand and not feel like I'm missing anything, other than waking up at 1 in the afternoon feeling like a jackass.

Broken English is finally out on DVD! Carrie and I have watched it twice in the past 24 hours. Ah, my heart... Julian...

xoxoxoBon