*****BOOB JOBS, WEIRD PEOPLE, AND GOOD TIMES AHEAD!*****

It's probably just me. Hell, it's gotta just be me, it seems anyway, that everyone around me has gone insane. Hell, take a look at the place where I currently call employment. A discount theatre chocked full of 22 year olds picking up on 17 year old chicks and then slapping each other on the back and congratulating each other on a job well done. Hell, my main boss, a guy in his late thirties, early forties, is sleeping with a 20 year old girl (word around the campfire anyway, and, to my unfortunate luck, probably true).... Did I miss something here? Was this the year that the universe said it was going to slap me in the face with the presence of weird sexual activity and drug use? Are there any halfway normal chicks out there? Where can I get one? Hell! How much do they run for!

I doubt it, though. I'm going back to a normal job environment, where sexual activity and cocaine usage is kept behind closed doors, where I don't have to freakin' see it and wonder if I'm the only normal person on the job. I like that nice, comforting, loveable, tuggable, ignorance is bliss way of life!

IN OTHER NEWS: Nightmare Factory is about to begin! This year they had over 50 applicants! Man, just think about that one for a minute. See? It leaves you questioning your own sanity and reality don't it? That means there's fifty of us out there, all trying to get the same job, which is to run around in the dark and make gurgling sounds at each other!

AND IN YET OTHER NEWS: If the chance does come up to move outta' Austin... Dammit... I'm gonna take it for at least six months to a year. After recent events that have unfolded around me, if I don't get outta town soon, I'm going to go mad like some of these other people around me. PGBCO has unfortunately had to listen to me bitch and complain for the past... how long? Three? Four months? (Many apoligies actually go out to POTG) About a married woman that I shouldn't have been seeing in the first place, but, against the strong and regularly advocated advice from my peers to "Get rid of her" and "Run man, just get outta there".... I neglected to heed their advice. I know, I know. But without the small amount of controversy that I create that keeps the conversation flowing at your local tavern, it would just be boring!

Anyway, after all the grief and agony I've gone through with this woman, it has finally progressed itself into another Carrie situation. Treats me like dirt... and I'm supposed to pay for it! Makes sense doesn't it? Pay for all her crap, clothes, dinner, drinks, boob job, while her husband sits complacently at home, getting to... ahem... tap that ass, while I'm outside looking in. I guess that was the lesson out of all of this.... If the general population says, "Uh, dude, it's not going to work. Ditch it and run"... I guess perhaps I should pay a little closer attention.

ONE FINAL WORD... HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH... Don't let anything too strange happen.

More to come...