Haven't really had computer access the beginning of this year. Too much shit going down. Too much shit all around.

Took until last week for me to get over Hollywood. Mike told us that Cheri had told Pete that we weren't allowed in Hollywood anymore, because she heard us talking shit about it. For starters, we weren't, atleast not there. Secondarily, Eric was talking shit about Nonnie's, for firing him over nothing. Mike said he'd straighten it out, but frankly, I don't want to be there. Cheri told the managers we weren't allowed there anymore. That place isn't that great, so fuck em.

Not going to New Orleans anymore either. Can't afford it. Doesn't help knowing that Eric could have had a job if he answered a certain phone call from over a week ago. Now he's being a slacker about going in to fill out the job application.

It's frustrating to say the least.

Two more weeks left of this mod. Two weeks that would have been one week, if Jason wasn't a fucking asshole. In theory, I could have afforded the trip, but I paid him off instead. Better to never talk to him again, I guess.

Started swimming yesterday. It feels really good. The work out. The burn. It'll be nice, too, little things that seperate Eric and I. It's not that I don't like him, it's just that I can't be around any one person all the time. No matter who you are, I need a break. Alone time. These days, it's non-EQ alone time. I really don't like his complaints about the game. He's a very spoiled newb.

Gotta clean, gotta enjoy the weather. Gotta stop being so sore from sleeping on the futon of death.

Gotta post some pictures on this thing. Somehow.