I feel so alone. Unloved. Poor little ole me. I've been reading numerous blogs and everyone has long friend's list. And me, well, not so much. I have no friends. What ever shall I do?

Today has been some day. I spent it with my parents. Nuff said. Seven hours spent trying to explain my life to my mother.  It was such a lovely conversation. You shoulda been there.

Dear Old Mom:  "When do you plan to meet a nice older man and settle down?

Me: Silence

DOM: "Xander needs a father figure. You're harming that boy, you know that, don't you?"

Me: "Do you have any chocolate?"

DOM: "Bad enough the boy has to go through life being mixed, you're trying to mix up his head as well. Divorce that damn computer and marry a real ass man."

Me: "Mother, where the hell is the chocolate? I know you have some...tell me where it is!"

DOM: "Too damn independent. That's your damn problem. No wonder no man wants you."

Me: "Bye, Mom. I'm going to Wal-Mart."

DOM: "Want me to come with?"

Me: "Noooo. That's okay."

Ah, yes, it was a lovely day. Makes you wish you were me, doesn't it?

Now, see why I need a friend!

Bubye for now,

Ney-Ney