True story, that title.

So I got to visit with old friends recently: Ryan, Josh, Jaime, Jarvi, Eric, John, all those guys. Man. it sure brought back hella memories of going to Ryan's and running up and down the street doing dumb shit. It was nice to see everyone. I don't leave the house to socialize very often (high anxiety + chronic pain, and all) but I'm glad I did. Ryan bought a house, the lucky sonovabitch. He sure is lucky he found a nice neighborhood that includes a buncha guys that go out and spar every Tuesday.

In other news, yes, I'm still in pain all the time. And now I'm supposed to go to physical therapy for that shit. It's like, as soon as I got over a major obstacle in my life (working in retail) to find a job with my degree, my health decided to say "nope, I don't like us being happy. You need a bunch of bullshit to happen to your body for no goddamned reason."

I'll be moving out of Spi's soon to get a place with  deagle, and while I love everyone here, I suppose I'm ready. It'll definitely be a lot quieter with a lot less cats, that's for damn sure. Everyone that lives here is great, but I just can't do the "let's go to bars all the time" thing that they do. I had quite enough of driving the whole crew to bars during college, thanks, I don't like reliving that.

I honestly just wish I knew a group of people that liked to have small get-togethers that involved tea, drawing, or playing music, or watching cartoons/playing video-games sometimes. I just...don't fancy spending money at bars when I can get good and drunk at home on a budget. A group of people that didn't hate my fiancé for no god-damned reason would be nice, too--I know I've had enough of that.

...I just remembered something. I need to get a scanner/printer/copier. Shit. >.>

...I think I was also supposed to start getting on AIM to chat with people more often. Forgot about that one, too.

--MURPH--