it's official. i'm fucked. the only enjoyment that i have during this pitiful state of mind are the series of "the sex and the city" and an ice cream. and i do not like sweets at all. i think i should move, get a job and get at least one considerable friend. but the odds of doing these things are lower than the degrees in antarctica. yalla, friends, cheers! we all have to get there some day, don't we? the only question is, if we will get out it. alive.