Hey guys...
 

Meh...I don't update as much as I used to.  I guess it's a lack of anything real to talk about anymore.  My life has become such a bore since I moved to Virginia Beach.  I'm kind of convinced that nobody likes me at my job, and it bugs me, because I'm a nice guy...at least I hope.
 

My paranoia is in high gear lately.  I can't prove I'm paranoid, it's just self-diagnosed.  I got that idea after taking a personality disorder test online.  If you dig down far enough into my archives, you'll all see just how fucked up I am.
 

Chele's in the shower now, and the only person I'm talking to is my co-worker Britini.  Her and her twin are awesome peeps, but I think they think I'm weird and shit...maybe too weird.  I don't know why people get that vibe.  I am who I am, you know?  Nobody in this area fucking knows me, but they judge me like they went to school and lived with me my whole life.  It's so frustrating.  People don't talk to me at work.  People don't talk to me at home.  All I have is Chele, and it makes me cry sometimes, because I don't have ANYONE in Virginia Beach.
 

It's even more sickening, because I know I can't go home.  In Chicago, all I'd do is fight with my mom and her new husband, Glenn.  In Chicago, Chele would be miserable, and she'd complain that I'd want to spend my weekends with people I can put up with, like Maggy and Vince.  Sure I have my share of arguments with them, but they're my friends, and they're not as petty as my mom.  Oh well.

Anyways, here's further proof that I am indeed the outcast I claim to be. 

Well, fuck.

The HTML tag is all weird on me.  I can't post it.

Whatever.