Holidays

Why are sportscasters so obnoxious? Why do local newscasters think their banter is charming or funny?

I'm going home on Monday. My flight leaves very early in the morning. That sucks. I'm usually excited to go home for a while, but this time it just seems depressing. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I keep realizing that leaving here doesn't mean much to anyone. And being there I'm always out of place. I guess I live in perpetual limbo. I don't really belong anywhere. You would think I would have some sort of niche here, but I really feel like I don't. I feel very disconnected from all the people I know here. Whatever. I guess I'll just be old and lonely for the rest of my life. And I'll live in this studio the whole time and people will be impressed when they hear I live in La Jolla and then be disappointed when they actually see where I live. And there will be no cats for me. I keep thinking things will be different this year, but they never are. And I keep thinking about how my horoscope said my life was going to suck until 2010. So basically until I'm 35. Which means I'll continue to be a disappointment to my parents because I can't snag a man and procreate so they can have grandkids. Anyway, that's about it for now. It's the holidays, and I'm depressed. What else is new?