Winter times

I have always said I write better when im depressed. Its probably why i havent put pen to paper, fingers to keyboard, yadda yadda yadda. Recently, Ramona Quimby has left for the holdiays thus making our little cozy house we live in very empty. I have to wake myself up in the morning and dont get to see her when i come home at night. this may seem gross, or whiny to you. Fuck off. But the time alone has me pondering things that I havent pondered in awhile.
It is true that my old roomates didnt like me. However, I had no idea how much until this weekned when I saw two of them on the metro. I waved and smiled because i am a grown ass man, and an adlt. I graduated in high school in 1995 and have never looked back. Apparently, they are living those glory days all over well into their twenties. They saw me, recognized me and turned their backs to me. I want to say that i am glad that they are out of my life, If I still lived there, Dear God, I would be fucking miserable. grow up you three.
Also, a recent occurence. I am an asshole. I do not deny it. My humor is such that it will generally piss you off or offend you if are thin skinned. This comes from several sources:
1. I am short, and as such have little man syndrome, which basically means My mouth makes up for the height i lack.
2. I grew up a nerd and generally instead of being the smart nerd, i was the smart ass nerd.
if i make fun of you, or make you feel like less of a friend. its either because youre a complete fool and deserve it. But more likely is the fact that we're friends and I love you. If at anytime you find me ignoring you, i probably dont like you.
"sticks and stones my break my bones, but words will never hurt me." So unless I start throwing shit, you have nothing to worry about.