The loneliest thing

You know what's really lonely?
Even lonelier than writing a blog about being lonely that nobody in the whole interweb reads?
I don't think you do.
Let me paint a picture but not one of the pictures that my neglectful room mate likes to paint. (Though one of her pictures will be within this picture... PICTURE INCEPTION)

One of the loneliest things is co-writing a blog about being lonely that nobody reads and being the only writer in this co-ownership that actually writes in said blog. Yes, I was abandoned by the one and only true friend I had left in the world, Nikkita Anastasia Walker. (Ok, I have other good friends but don't tell her that. I need leverage to guilt her into reading one of my book recommendations for a change.)
Anyways, I'm over by the kitchen counter huddled over a bowl of Krave (there's chocolate on the inside!) while Nikkita coldly ignores my pleas to write together because she has to do homework or something.
Pssh.
Ten years from now which is she going to care about more? A homework assignment or a life long friendship full of wonderful arguments and steaming mugs of hot chocolate?
Since I'm here, writing my lonely blog all alone I decide that listening to Eponine sing about her broken heart is a good idea. Unfortunately, searching for "On My Own" on youtube proves more difficult than I would like. And by that I mean I would have to scroll past On My Own from Teen Beach Movie Two before reaching it. I decide it's not worth the effort and listen to Teen Beach Movie instead.
Yep.
And then something glorious happens to me!
Out of Kita's mouth come forth words...

...words describing a scene from Moby Dick,
Apparently there are two guys in that room that have to share a marital bed for a night and wake up spooning each other.

Well, I think that's all there is to say about that.