Rain.

Today sucks.

It's raining like a motherfucker.

Last night I went out for a short time to hang with Callie and Cinthy, two girls from my work. I didn't really feel like drinking, and although their company was nice, I just was longing for something more. I have been looking at old photographs lately, and I see all the fun I used to have. I kind of wish I could recapture some of that feeling here.

Right now, I'm anxious to go home for a spell to see my friends and family up North. I love my girls to death here, but sometimes they just want to be girls and when they do, I get tossed to the side. I guess I need to step up my game and get busy with finding some sort single guys who like to sit around and drink beer and fart on the weekends. Otherwise, I may go mad just sitting alone in my apartment.

Ah, rain. Makes you feel wonderful doesn't it?

Fucking rain.