I'm taking a break right now from cooking and what not. Well, actually my roommate is doing most of the cooking but I'm helping her. This is the second year in a row we're have a Thanksgiving get together for our friends. Last year, at this time I was fighting back a major hangover. Last night, I went out but didn't really feel like drinking. I think I was home by 1:30, which is pretty early for me. Also last year, I spent part of the morning arguing with my ex. At this point we were in another one of our breaks. He knew that we were having friends over for dinner and I think he was jealous that he wasn't invited. He would have been more jealous if he had known that after dinner I fell asleep on the couch with my roommate's boyfriend's cute brother.

I started this entry with a plan to talk about how I've spent Thanksgivings since I moved out of my parents house. Instead the topic becomes my ex. I swear I'm not still hung up on him. It's just kind of hard to believe that a year ago we were still on speaking terms. Anyways, the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade is on. When I was still living in New York, I went to the parade a few times. When I was a kid it was a magical parade with flying cartoon characters. Now, when I watch it I remember the last time I went. I almost froze my ass off and almost got arrested for drinking in public.

There much better now, I didn't just write about my ex. I'm going to get going and watch the parade.