Isn't it funny how you can be so into someone hardcore for a couple of weeks, but then you become so disgusted with the person that even the sight or sound of him sends you into convulsions?

I'm slightly sad that I do not feel the excited pangs of desire and infatuation for #2. It's like I have no purpose. The day stretches on longer now that I have time to twiddle my thumbs instead of spending hours planning out a stalking schedule or waiting in anticipation for a phone call.

I am content, sitting at home, doing my nails, and watching Law and Order. I no longer feel the urge to drink and dance the night away in order to rid myself of negative vibes and sad thoughts. It's just good ole' Nat again, chillin with some Netflix, screaming at the dog, and contemplating how to eat and not get fat.

To be an 'item,' the two people in said label must have previously engaged in any of the following activities:

1. touch hands
2. touch lips
3. touch flesh upon flesh
4. used the word "dating" in a sentence
5. hang out more than once a week
6. hang out in the past two weeks
7. answer each other phone calls
8. stay in the same apt/house past 11pm
9. not flirt with other friends
10. stay awake during a movie
11. ride in the same car to arrive at a destination
12. have a intimate conversation while in the same room with friends
13. play a game of beer pong together

Lamest email subject line received today: "Supreme Court Justice Party Today."

Okay, all you have to write is "beer + CNN + Comedy Central"

I AM COMPLETELY EMPTYING MY APARTMENT. See you in a few days :P Anyone need a food dehydrator? body wash? plastic New Year's champagne flutes?

I am the biggest bitch to a person who claims me as his girl. I hate guys who think they have dibs on me. They should go to hell.