Throwing Punches

I got in a huge fight with Sophie last night. I don't really remember what it was about but I guess I accidentally spilled some crap on this dishtowel of hers and threw it away, and she's all like, "Where's the dishtowel" and I said I didn't know then she found it in the trash (she doesn't trust me) and went on and on about how I'm a bad friend and then she started to cry. I've learned in therapy the small things are always representative of something else and surprise- turns out it was a wedding gift for her and James. Not even the FIRST gift or something super heirloomie or anything, just a gift. And she never liked her mother in law anyway. So she's freaking out and I tell her it's because it reminded her of James, and she needed to get over that cheating rat bastard. Then she started giving me shit for "cheating" on the 18 year old. Can you even cheat on someone who is 18, not your boyfriend and coincidentally, thousands of miles away? Isn't there some out of zip code rule? The 18 year old is in London for the holidays and that hot International student from Belize can't keep his hands off me. Sophie made a big deal out of the fact that I slept with him. "How do you think that boy will feel when he comes back from London?!" well, gee Sophie, he won't know now, will he? Then she just starts to cry again. I think it's because it's the holidays and this will be her second Christmas without James. For her sake I hope they get easier.

I still don't know where I'll be on Christmas. Sophie says I'm still invited to some artys friend of hers house. Bonnie called me but just left a message that said, "Merry Christmas!" God, could you get any more cliche?

Jean left today for Vermont. I kind of miss her, which is weird because I rarely miss people. Maybe I just like knowing she's around.

See you, Bloggie.