February 20, 25 J.E.

This is the story of 4 people who know each other relatively well, who have been picked by fate to live in the same apartment and try to start an office together. Now we'll see what happens when people stop being polite and start being real.

Welcome to the Real World, Memphis.

That's right, loyal denizens! I have finally returned to cast my insights into the world, whether to enrich it or defile it is a judgement call, but I shall do so none the less!

So what have I been up to the last month, besides dragging my ass halfway across the country in pursuit of a job I'm no longer sure I want, with people I'm not sure I like, in a life I'm not sure is worthy of my living? Not much, sadly. I FINALLY got an ISP server tonight, and alas! My mailbox was full of mostly junkmail and mass mailings. All of my old friends have forsaken me and I am alone in a cold, desolate, and distinctly southern place.

Big news: I actually briefly hooked up with the chick we're living with. I think I remind her a lot of her ex-boyfriend and so I was a surrogate for awhile. The complication is that one of the OTHER guys I live with is hopelessly hot for her. I think she's still hot for me, since she complments me a lot, gazes at me a lot, and occasionally goes for the cheap thrill. This is, of course, further proof the God hates me since once again the only chick I can get is one that will screw up my life worse than a blender screws up a frog. At least one more female knows the power and the splendor of the Great Pennsylvanian Albino Python. Fear not, though, ladies, for I did not actually get laid. I just got the third base.

All in all, I feel the same way about this job as I do when I feel when a relationship has turned sour. I know it's not going anywhere, and although the goal of management is certainly easliy attainable, I don't want it. Unfortuately, I've managed to get myself trapped down here in a web of financial struggles and promises to me coworkers/friends. I figure that as soon as this office is off the ground, I'm outta here, but first things first.

MORE TO COME!



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