Ah the infamous blog returns. It has been brought to my attention that this is not only a shameless plug for my troubled love life, but that it is also a warning sign of sorts that I am depressed. I guess that may hold true considering some of the reasons I come here to write. It seems recently that I have I think fully realized that both Abbey and Gin want nothing to do with me on a romantic level, yet I have a hunch that this will not stop my pining away for their love. Man am I lame or what? Girls, call me. hehe. On the roommate front, I am becoming increasingly annoyed at marty, well myself really. He is getting into the habit of pointing out everytime I am wrong about sonething, which it seems is alot. Now i can't tell whether I am growing more dumb by the day or if I am just falling into the routine of saying dumb things so Marty can jump all over my case about it. Sigh. I am probably going to move in with him in Aug. I live with him already for those of you keeping score at home, but it is a big house and I dont live exclusively with him. I guess it will be ok, as long as he stops peeing on the toilet seat and he cleans up, which I doubt will happen. I wish I could afford a place of my own and get a sweet job, but that is asking for too much. Damn this cruel cruel world. I would give it all away to be with Abbey, but only as long as she reciprocated my love for her. Cheers.