Why are people so complicated?
Woke up at the asscrack of dawn to drive my parents to the airport... in the entire last three months I have seen my dad for three hours, now he's off to Brazil again. What good is money when you're whoring yourself out, literally 24/7? I'm not going to bitch and whine about growing up without a father figure, but I can pinpoint a lot of my troubles in that direction.
Andreea jokingly accuses me of creating a standard that no other guy can live up to. So why is she dating him? I'm going to Boston thursday, I'll probably meet her new boyfriend. She said things are pretty serious, even though this is his first real relationship. This is going to get ugly, I can tell already.