i hate this time of the year.

ghosts of christmases past are coming out of the woodwork; i started remembering apple shell, her s'mores, and her penchant for copulating as a form of making up after a fight. i also remember the mad dash to monkey mall for their extended holiday hours with snap after work; she'd walk around with me and ask me to try on some fleece jackets, then sneak back to get the one with the best fit. i haven't worn it since we broke up.

perhaps my father is right in surmising that i cannot exist without a relationship. it's kind of hard to believe though, since i've had none of the physical kind for almost a year now. i guess i'm possibly reaching my limit, or maybe it's just too damn cold to be under the sheets alone.

bah, humbug.