Misery Loves Its Company

Lately it's started to seem like my life is getting progressively more shaky. One of my friends is acting distant, my dad is having some hard times, and sometimes I feel like I'm not qualified at all for my apparent role as my 12-year-old cousin's sort of mentor. Add all that to the fact that my interim report card wasn't exactly stellar, and you get some pretty suckish times. Screw it. Once I get out of this suburban hellhole and into Chicago, all this high school crap will be over and done, and the pretty blonde cheerleaders will be begging to speak to me. Hehehe. Does it seem like there's one too many "Wives" shows out nowadays? Like, they have Real Housewives of like everywhere, now they have Mob Wives, which, from what I can see, is about a bunch of Mafia Wars nerds who dress like New Jersey hookers. But I guess those shows are really educational. As in, I've learned that I'm making the right decision to never, under any circumstances, settle in or around New Jersey. Then again, it's sort of a repeat of the course taught by Jersey Shore.