My Friends.

Alright. So, no one will read this. It shall be my one place where I can vent, without hurting anyone.

Right?

Nah, I think I'll tell my friends of it's existence, so they can believe I'm just copying Josh 's (brokenidealism.blogspot.com). And who knows, maybe I am.

I'm sitting here, in my dorm room, and it occurs to me. I love my friends. They are the best damn group of guys anyone could ever wish to run into. I shall list them here, as a sign of respect.

Andrew - The classiest man of us all, he loves the ladies. He's also the best friend you can have in your corner.

Erik - What can I say about Erik? He's one smooth operator. If I were gay, I'd totally want him. He's the only one in the group I'd fear in a drinking contest. Yes, I said it.

Jamie - Don't you dare mock his name. He is manly, and can wrestle. Don't make him hurt you, it isn't fun. I've never seen anyone handle his alcohol quite like Jamie.

Josh - Fucking genius I hate you. I'm kidding, you're awesome. Where would I be if it hadn't been for Josh's constant excursions downtown, and his need for a place to sleep? I'll tell you where, no where. That's where. I plan on living off of Josh someday, when he's rich.

Mike - Mr. Sexy. Second only to me in his obsession with alcohol, Mike is one strangely chivalrous guy. I don't know how to put it. You'd think by his lifestyle that he'd have no morals at all, but he's got a life code that parallels my own. It's scary how similar yet different he and I are.

And thats my first post. I'll do more when I feel like it.