8- The number of weeks that have passed since I’ve moved into this house.
2-The number of times that I’ve washed my sheets since I moved in, or any of my clothes for that matter. (We don’t have a washer or dryer)
2-The number of times I thought my roommate LA used her secret powers to dissapear since I’ve moved in. (We have really weird accoustics in this house so I can never tell where her voice is coming from. It’s really scary when you think you have known someone for 9 years and you’re just now discovering she has the ability to dissapear.)
9-The number of times that our ghost has scared the living daylights out of me since I’ve moved in.
148-The number of pimples that I have on my face due to stress and poor diet.
2-The number of bottles of face wash that I’ve owned in my lifetime.
8- The number of boxes I have yet to unpack. Most of them have books in them, and it’s only when they are all packed up and available that I actually want to read them.
45- The number of times that I’ve cheated on my diet since moving in.
45- The number of times that I’ve said “Tomorrow I’m starting my diet again, for real.” psssha
123,433,123- The approximate number of Jelly Bellies that I’ve consumed in the last 2 months.
3- The number of times that I thought that our new coffee maker was broken and was spilling water. Turns out that I was just ambien-preparing the coffee late at night, then woke up and made it again in the morning not realizing I had already prepared it the night before. For those of you who are unaware, when you put double the water in the coffee tank, the water spills out a little hole in the back, causing crazy people to believe that the coffee maker is broken.
9- The number of days since I’ve been on Match.com.
3-The number of times that I’ve signed on to Match. That shit takes up a lot of time, that frankly I don’t want to spend answering emails from strangers. I have gone out with one guy a few times which has been really fun… I just don’t understand how people have the mental energy and time to put into dating multiple people…
48-The number of times that I’ve gotten out of my current shower and had morbid thoughts that I was probably going to slip and crack my head open because I don’t have a bath mat.
135- The number of times in my life that I’ve wondered if Paul Rudd is actually a vampire. (That guy never ages, seriously)
4-The number of times in the last month that I’ve had weird dreams that somehow involved the Mac guy from the “I’m a Mac” commercials. I have no explanation for this one.
50- (At Least) The number of wine bottles that have been consumed since moving into this house.
3-The number of weeks since I have last gotten paid. I’m going on no monies at this point.
4- The number of times I’ve said that giving out massages with happy-endings might not actually be that bad of a moonlighting gig.
3- The number of big gigantic ketchup bottles that I have finished in 2 months.
2- The number of boys that I was not actually dating that have broken up with me in the last week. One was documented here, which I still feel a little guilty posting about since I’m a really really nice person. The other happened shortly after. It was actually the first comment posted on that particular post…
I have copied and pasted it below for you lazy bones who don’t want to go and see it for yourself:
I thought I would keep your weekend on par. Please take this as your official Gay Boyfriend BREAKUP. I feel totally disconnected from you. The only time we’ve hung out since we broke up as room mates, despite my numerous attempts, was at the St. Patrick’s Day Parade…which neither of us remember. Sorry, I really just don’t see us going anywhere. Hopefully we’ll still talk occasionally.
Pee Ess. I won’t be offended if you start seeing other gays.Pee Pee Ess. Now taking applications for new hot mess girlfriends!
For those of you who don’t remember, Jake is my gay best friend/ex-roomie. He’s the one who used to blow dry my hair and make the “whheeee whheeee” sound when I wanted to overeat. He used to break in my high heels and would cook me dinner every night. I miss him. We weren’t so much peas and carrots, but we were definitely something like ketchup and baked potatoes.
I miss the way he used to sing “la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la la la .. ooooooooeeeeeeooooooooooooo,ooooooo ahhhhhhahhhhhhahhhhh (Lovin You, as performed in National Lampoons Vegas Vacation) No one, I mean nobody can hit that high note like he can.
On the same subject, if we break up, who will sing “I will Always Love You” at my wedding???? That is assuming someone will marry me of course.
I admit it has been hard to keep up a long distance (30 miles apart) relationship going, but I’ve had a lot going on… plus this thing goes both ways. I don’t see Jake coming to see me every weekend, or calling me every night. Isn’t the boy supposed to call the girl? Ok, Ok.. maybe the same rules don’t apply in a gaylationship. But still… I’m hurt.
I thought it was a joke at first, but in the last week I have been getting numerous texts and Facebook posts that have lead me to believe that he is serious about breaking up. It upset me a lot, but it wasn’t until what went down on Facebook last night that I realized I needed to take action.
I have no idea how to do that thing where you screen shot facebook, but this is how the status updates went down…
Jake ____ would like to officially announce to the world that I’m ignoring Carissa____. It’s been a long time coming…ooooooover “it”…whatever “it” is, or was!
Although this isn’t the first time that Jake and I have argued, it IS the first time that I have realized just how much of a serious problem us breaking up could mean. Not only am I missing out on good times with my favorite goy on the planet. (Goy is my word for gay boy, duh.) But I am also potentially setting myself up for a scandal. It hit me like a thousand cactus pricks in my ass (no pun intended) that not only does Jake own the domain name for “CarissaJaded,” but he also has the sole ability to keep me from ever becoming president. Let’s be honest, I may not be the most obvious gal for the job, but I’d like to keep my options open.
So my response?
While he has yet to post any scandalous videos, I would like to approach this situation with the upmost caution. Meaning? I’m about to go freaking “My Best Friends Wedding” cray cray trying to get my GBF back in my good graces. I’m willing to write and perform a song, a sonnet…. ANYTHING!!! I need some ideas people. I am clueless when it comes to men, much less when it comes to goys. How do you get your Gay Bestie back!?