Ugh, sorry, I've been gone a while. And even when I was here last, it was only for a short while. Again, you know holiday seasons.

So, I want to sit here and write a lot, but I have to be at work in 40 minutes, so I'll do the best I can for now. Let me begin by saying how crazy and retarted my house was over the past week or so. My DJ equipment-owning roommate decided to have around five friends stay in our house for a few days. Now, I'm pretty sure that if you're going to have FIVE friends over in this house, you should consult the other roommates. I'm also pretty sure that when you are going to completely inconvenience the entire household so rudely and inconsiderately, that you do NOT stay up with said five goons until 5am getting wasted, running around the house, screaming to each other from all ends, and playing with loud, obnoxious walkie-talkies. I wanted to die. It's so unbelievably fucked up, and here's the thing, this dude makes 6 figures. Why does he live in a house with five roommates? And, if you do, why add five more? He apologized by saying they are acting like they're in fourth grade, but I don't see how that's an apology. It's more like the most obvious statement ever spoken.

So, these complete assholes are running around like it's a goddamn frat house. Okay, we didn't have Greek at BC, so if I didn't have to deal with frat bullshit then, I don't see why I have to deal with it now. I lived with the Miz, and that's about as much as I can handle for one lifetime. Mike called me yesterday, actually. He's so nice. I have to call him back. He was wishing me luck with the Challenge airing. SO nice.

Back to my miserable home. I live above the living room, where the DJ equipment is, you know, so we can have all that cool techno music pumping so hard it knocks my picture frames off my shelf. So, we have that going, and now I had to work for New Years. I busted my ass, missed out on a holiday, barely broke a 100. Sad night. But it all worked out because I got to return to the white trash apes running around to MC Hammer or Poison or some shit. I don't know, whatever "DJs" play. I try to fall asleep to sounds of DJ roommate saying, "His room smells like dirty sex," and "Get that dirty whore off my bed." Yeah, my roommate that I share a wall with is cool, and he let DJ guy's friend stay in his room while he was away (bad move, Cool One). Apparently, he has to have his room sanitized because he learned when he returned to his room that was in shambles that this thug lame ass guy brought home a Peruvian 30 year old lady and had sex with her in his bed. "Had sex" is the nicest way I can put it. Ugh.

They were finally leaving the next day, of course, only AFTER an afternoon of beer drinking and watching really bad porn in the living room. And where is the living room? Yup, right under my bedroom.

You'd think after they left, it would be over, but no. Instead, they found my AOL screenname from roommate DJ and decided to all get together and harass me via IM. Thank God for blocking, but can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on here? Who are these people, and why can't they fall in the hole where my old roommate "Melinda" fell? Why can't all people like that go into that hole, and then the rest of us can bury them as quickly as possible.

Ugh, I have to get ready for work soon.

Let me first say that it's become depressingly clear that I made more money at my first job bartending at the club than I do now, and for working many days less a week, many less hours a day. I won't and can't go back back I've worked there twice and quit both times after a month because I hated it so much. When money startes to run low enough, you can't help but wonder why you hated it in the first place. Well, I like the people here much better. I fit in more here. Also, my friends and family can visit. It's a better environment, but it goes back to the old debate - good money, bad place, or bad money and good place. Whatever.

Okay, now I'm running late. Bye.