So... Damn. Since November? I still don't have a computer. The update, I guess? Moved. Again. Now I'm living in an apartment with Jeff off of Mason Road over by my job. I'm still working for O'Reilly. A year in May. Woot. I'm now officially a night manager. I went to some training class today for it. That married guy? Yeah. It never happened. I got to know him. He's the most egotistical, self-centered, sarcastic dick-hole I've ever met. Therefore, Jeff and I are still together. It's now been two years, a month, and five days. Goddamn. Got a new car. It's a 2002 Pontiac Trans Am. LS-1, six speed, white, factory chrome five star rims, spoiler, the whole nine yards. Black leather interior, CD player, sound system, t-tops, A/C, etc. She's beautiful. The Camaro dropped its transmission for the fourth time in six months. So now it's sitting in the back of my parents' backyard with no transmission. Jeff works up the street from our new place so he walks back and forth to work. I could walk, too, but I don't want to. I'm a lazy fuck. I'm probably just going to turn the Camaro into a drag car like I wanted to to begin with. I had surgery last Tuesday on my left boob. I was out of it for like three days afterwards. I love codine. Mmm.. Anywho, they removed the lump. It was noncanerous. Thank God. My boob is still healing though. So, no touchy for Jeffrey. Ha. Well, that's the damn deal. Once again, I must leave my 'rents house and deal with not having a computer. Eh.