I need something to do.... Organizing my comic books by chronology, alphabet and publisher is starting to kill me... I need a real job.... Seriously.... And I miss Ivy. She's lucky to be in southern California.... I love san Francisco but lately it just feels like I'm trapped here. Eric is bringing me home... "A spoil of war " I'd say due to the increasing amount of bullshit dished out here in the big city... (not really big only 30 miles Squared.) I'm nervous and whatnot.... Yes I've already met his mum... But now she has home field advantage... And his dad... Who he says will be unaffected
but I'm still nervous... oh then you know.... Everyone else... His friends.... his big family!!! FAACKKKKK! Most of all I'm nervous to meet his friends... If there is anything I've learned from being alive It's that I'm wired and no one likes me... (note: the tern "no one" refers to the vast majority at large and does not refer to people who really know me.) but seriously I'm not..... well you know.... Normal. He has like dozens of friends... good friends.. who know his name and talk to him... Really good friends... I have maybe 10.... Probably less... I'm not by any stretch of the imagination complaining I love ya'll very very very much. And I wouldn't want many more real friends cuz to be honest I couldn't keep up. But I feel strangely inadequate to this legion in southern California. oh well here we go!