I'm so fuckin pissed right now. I'm basically screwed with my living situation and have to find an apt in the next couple of days. THATS IT. IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE. FUCK SCHOOL. FUCK GOALS. FUCK DREAMS. I'll live in my dad's attic and work at CVS for a good part of my life or reside in a van down by the river and get paid by giving motivational speeches to middle-class hooligans.

If your friend says, "Don't date that guy," how are you supposed to take that?

If your friend of thirteen years, who lived in the same dorm of this guy's exgf for two years, spouted "DONT DATE THAT GUY!" wouldn't you take that advice seriously?

Apparently, my friend has no recollection of saying this nor can he think of any reason for me NOT to date this guy. He was drunk at the time, but like we've established, drunken talk equals honest talk.

So basically, I've been avoiding romantic gestures with this person for the past three weeks because I've been worried that this guy is secretly a freak. Yes, I could have asked my friend for the reasoning behind his declaration, but I didn't want to know the back story of this guy's life fearing the worse possible scenario. All I know is that if people knew what I did during my freshman and sophomore year in college, I wouldn't be able to get a second date because every guy would expect ass on the first date.

HOOCHIE MOMMA!

I'm training the new girl today. I haven't done this much work in about two months. The amount of work I've done in the past two months combined doesn't even add up to the first forty five minutes of work I did this morning. Work sucks. I shall join the ranks of disgruntled employees!