*Smile* It's been awhile. Too long, I'd say. I missed my little online diary. Sometimes it's just not the same sharing your horrible life with only yourself. (Aww...it's good to be back) So. Let's see. My life? Hmm. The usual. Disappointment. Rejection. Unhappiness. Addictions. Stupidity. And on and on. I had a job interview. I'm sure I didn't get the job. I don't really care. It doesn't bother me. I'll find one eventually. Someday. Somehow. Besides, who really wants to stock sheleves on 3rd shift anyways. Well, I did. Sort of. But dreams are just dreams. So what else is ailing me? Well Pat was on my mind constantly for awhile. Not so much anymore. I'm getting better at not caring about him. At least I think I'm getting better. He was online a moment ago. (Yes...I still have him on my AIM list.) I'm not sure whether he has me on his or not. I've never been sure of that. But I do find it awfully coincedential that he logs off a few minutes after I log on, every time. Oh well. I'm not crushed this time. I'm not even slightly disappointed. I was a little relieved when he logged off. Maybe the wicked crush is wearing thin or just giving up. Wen is still on the run. She's still throwing all caution to the wind. She's written a number of bad checks. She's taken out a loan with no intentions of paying it back. She's now getting welfare. She thinks it will last forever. She went from making nearly $14 an hour, to now accepting cash and foodstamp assistance. Why you may ask? Well because Wen is a dumbass. I've examined this situation from all possible sides and the only true conclusion I keep coming too...is that Wen is indeed more retarded than I first suspected. She says: ("No one helps me. What was I supposed to do?") *Tear* *Tear* Don't judge me for mocking her misfortune. But in all honesty she had chances for help. She wanted to drink and toke up instead. This would all be fine and dandy if she didn't have a baby to worry about. I say be homeless, be a drunk, be a druggie, be a ho, be a criminal, be anything you like...just don't be a mom or dad when you're doing that shit. Oh enough of her. Back to my petty little problems. Like I was saying. Pat's making me sick. M is driving me nuts. Wen is a dumbass. Dani is all right I guess. SEB is annoying. Keith is a dick. And I am slowly succumbing to my restlessness. I want to leave so bad my teeth ache. I want out. I need out. (UGH) I'm done for now. "Kiss my neck, kiss my thigh, kiss my ass goodbye."