this paint by numbers life is fucking with my head once again

so pretty much all i wanna do is go in to work, do my time and then come home and hide in my room. in a way i feel like i'm devolving to the rick of yesteryear, feeling antisocial wanting nothing more than to be at home in my room watching dvds. i can feel myself detaching from a lot of the people around me (although there are those that i feel i'm getting closer to as well. there you go i'm eternally conflicted). i have to admonish myself to stop from completely hermitting- like, "yes you will go to J&R with N. on Thursday- it doesn't matter that you don't have money to spend, it'll be fun to go!" "You are going out for pizza after work Friday, no backing out! Pizza is good!" I'm like fucking FRANKENSTEIN: "Friend good. Alone bad." It doesn't help that the cold makes you really not want to leave the house or that my latest attempts at going out were less than successful. Anyway, on one hand I think that it is a bit detrimental to go back to my un-socializing ways... but then where is it written that you have to be a social creature to be happy? Probably in the same place it's written that you must find a partner to be happy. But you know what makes me happy? Being at home with the flatmates. Having a really yummy pizza. Sitting in my warm-ish room watching LIFEBOAT and WHITE CHRISTMAS. I don't need or want anything else at this point. Except of course for hottie of the day: Trent Reznor. (how very mid-to-late-90s of me)

-rick
listening to: Joni Mitchell/Songs of a Prairie Girl
bookbag: Hanging with the Dream King: Conversations with Neil Gaiman
dvd player: Alfred Hitchcock Presents: Season One
title quote: "Novocaine for the Soul" by "E" from Eels/Beautiful Freak
celebrity sightings: 0 (no snow=no Trent at our door)