Home-o-phobe

So I've been swamped with work! Ridiculously swamped. And if not at work, then at home. (damn freelancing)! And I have recently discovered that I might be a home-o-phobe (yes I played on the word, pretty smart no?). If some of you, and I hope not, are still trying to figure out what that means, well, basically a fear of staying home. Why? I don't know if it's because I don't want to miss out on anything, or because I just really want to go out. Everything's fine at home, so no the family's not the problem, or maybe it's because I don't want to be alone since the 'rents are always out. And I started a detox program. It's not really detox, it's just a diet, but because I'm banned from alcohol, I decided to call it detox. So imagine going out almost every night to the swanky pubs of Gemmayze and not drinking. Sucks to be me I know. So I stayed in last night, even though I was home alone, after exercising I took a hot bath, got a bunch of DVDs and passed out while eating popcorn (which by the way, is permitted during a diet and is apparently healthy.. something to do with ldl and hdl and don't really care because I like popcorn. And Diet Pepsi? My new bff in the absence of alcohol. So until I have more time to make a fashion collage or write about a new trend, I maybe slightly MIA or probably give you certain updates with these.