I'm Moving to Oklahoma-

[Gigabitch]

Yes, I'm beginning to think it wasn't meant to happen.

[Junket]

Yes, I'm beginning to think it wasn't meant to happen.

Hey, just because I lost my enthusiasm doesn't mean you're supposed to too.

Nevermind, I'm gonna be hopeful in spite of you.

Pool Pros just called me back for an interview at noon tomorrow.

Eat that.

[Gigabitch]

Hey, just because I lost my enthusiasm doesn't mean you're supposed to too.

MY enthusiasm is for you living in the same city as Ames, so there.

[Junket]

Everything sucks.

[Gigabitch]

No, it doesn't. It just sucks in Oklahoma.

[Junket]

No, it doesn't. It just sucks in Oklahoma.

I feel like I've lost all enthusiasm.

Maybe it's just this week.

But I feel stressed financially, physically, emotionally.

I'm now second guessing living with Ames, as our passion for each other has become unbalanced, maybe because of the above.

I hate not having friends outside of this relationship.

I hate that my brother isn't the guy I knew when I grew up.

I hate that my nap was interrupted by my brother today for him to leave me baby sitting their 3 year old.

I didn't get Amy anything because I just haven't had the energy to buying/making her a gift, and now I'm creating a soulless mixed CD.

Anytime she tells me she loves me or likes me, it's just like "eh". She's still in the clouds I've just fallen out of.

[Gigabitch]

Well you're damned lucky she's still in the clouds. It'll give you time to get your head straight.

1. Get her a freaking Christmas present, NOW.
2. Cut yourself some slack. Pretty much everyone feels this way right after Christmas. You'll pull out of it. Try not to leave too much shit for yourself to clean up when you do (see #1)
3. Right now is not the time to judge your relationship. You're isolated in Oklahoma, for Christ's sake. You aren't well.
4. Get out of there. You'll feel better immediately. If you don't want to see Ames, come here, and Misombra and I will take care of you for a while.

[Junket]

Y'know i used to enjoy getting people presents.

This year, not so much, I didn't get my brother and his wife a present until Christmas day (obligatory). I didn't want Amy to get me a present because I didn't feel like getting her a present.

I'm tired of being put down and disrespected at work. I hate these simpled minded southern folk. I'm so exhausted after work during the week I rarely leave the house once I get home. Weekends it's usually Amy, or I stay home and keep to myself. I am feeling very isolated. It kinda creeped up on me out of nowhere.

Not only that, but the discussions about moving to NOLA in March and whether or not me and Amy should live together have stressed me out. I was all for it, and she wasn't before, and now it feels like we've switched roles. She's all for it, even willing to put up with whatever shit her parents will give her, and now I'm thinking I'd rather have my own apartment.

The 4 bitches keep barking and Victor is whining because I won't let him have a candy cane.

[Gigabitch]

Gaaahh. Feed Victor to the bitches and start working on a solid exit strategy.

You've hit the Wall of Suck, that point at which moving somewhere has lost all it's novelty and you haven't actually built a life yet. It would happen anywhere, but you've moved to a particularly bleak place, so it's worse.

Get out of there, Fras.

[Junket]

Who needs God when I have you guys?

[Gigabitch]

I think I smell a burning bush.

[vashti]

I think you need to make some friends. Amy can't possibly fill all your needs. Of course, you know that.

[anachronistic]

If I were in your shoes...

I'd probably kick the 3 year old nephew like I was kicking a field goal... while aiming for your brother.

Then I would probably take a shit in the puppy chow to give the bitches a taste of their own medicine.

And then I'd put exlax in Natasha's coffee when she's not looking just so I can laugh at her explosive diarrhea.

Then I'd buy a big gigantic tub of plastic balls, put it in your brother's living room, get naked and jump in it.

I'd spray piss all over their toilet seat: on the walls, in the shower, in the sink, out the window.

And then I'd go to work and curb stomp every mother****er that gets in my face.

But not really. I'd be nearly borderline though. I'd probably talk with your brother about everything. Let him know how you feel. Maybe that will help.

I don't know what to tell you except sorry for your misfortunes. I hope you somehow find a way to be happy, because it's possible. Remember that.

[vashti]

Wow, lilwing... very "zen".

[anachronistic]

Wow, lilwing... very "zen".

I thank thee, oh great Enlightened One.

You do know I was kidding in attempt to cheer up Fras... right?