Has the whole world gone crazy?

God damn, I've been running all week trying to track down some anti-psychotic anti-anxiety meds for Steve, with little luck. My usual channels are cut off right now for some fucking reason, so I'm gonna have to get creative with this job.

The good news is, I think I've got an ace up my sleeve. When you're livelihood depends on getting things that cannot easily be gotten, you always find a way.

Speaking of total nutjobs, Amber is moving in with her ex-boyfriend. While some may view this as a harmless act of a friend helping out a friend (don't get me wrong, I see that part) I'm suspicious of Rich's other motives. Amber, dear, you're panting and sweating all over your posts--Already! And how far are we into your little Man Ban?--making comments about how the next guy to lay you will be a puddle of spent mess when you're done with him. Why do you think Rich is so eager to have you slinking around his house in your jammies? He's banking on the fact that, one night, you come home just a little more than tipsy.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: all men are basically the same. They're all born to do two things: making women want to procreate with them, and then procreating. There are, of course, exceptions to the rule, so spare me the Ghandi/Mandela/homosexual speech, but there is obvious truth to what I'm saying.