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Okay now people.. I've been gone for some time due to reasons I have yet to tell you. So, being the nice guy I am, I am informing you all now that I am officially stuck, mind you, unhappily in New York!

Yes my brothers and sisters, friends and confidants, assholes and pussies, I am, the great Brief Disaster, STUCK in some upstate hick amityville house while my roommate goes to her mothers taking the only car with her.

Joy.. of... joys.

I get to spend the next god knows how long TRYING to do the following:

Find my Wallet
Get a Job
Get a Car
Save Money

Now.. it looks hard, because it's ******** impossible.

First, I lost my wallet. A friend of mine got a call saying some woman found my wallet and now I can't even get any explanation or contact out of the woman who has my wallet.

Her name, I think it's a her, is Sandy Paul... wtf? Sandy Paul? what kind of name is /that/? a stage name? OMG! A STRIPPER HAS MY WALLET! AWESOME!!!

Anyway, on a lighter note..

I have no money. Yup, you heard me, none. I /had/ 5 bucks, but my roomie needed gas money because she's out of money too. So We're out of money, stuck in a creepy house of doom with a hippy landlord and it rans constantly.

Seriously, if it's not raining, it means got had to take a break from laughing at me to catch his breath. Now, I'm not one to blaspheme ( LIES! says the crowd ) but ******** God in the a**. This is not cool.

Next, a job. I can't GET a job because I don't have the necessary objects:

Birth Certificate, Social Security Card, A piece of mail with your current address.

Nope... in wallet.. and nope..

YAY! *cheers on his lack of being able to do anything!*

Anyway, here's the best news of all.

I left the one I love back in Riverside.. all her friends hate me for it, hell, I hate myself for it.. but I promised her I would come back and so I will. I will always remember her and I will go back to her.