I’ll grow up.
You know, I’m aware that I miss out on a ton of shit that hits Vegas including performers I’ve been dreaming to see.
I live here, yet it’s not like I have friends here who even want to go out with me to see such performers.
Moving sucks, period. Starting over is a bitch, making friends is another.
I’ll get over it though, get that executive money, and have a fucking blast spending it later. :)
You’re full of shit.
Probably all the time.