Hello to everyone who's taking the time to read this one man's drunken journal, you are about to take a jouney into the brain of a scared, anxious young man, who doesn't know where to turn...

Paul has recently moved into a house with his sister, in Brisbane...he has no savings, and what little money he does have, is rapidly depleting. Yes the move will be good for him, but, at this point in time, he's not a happy little camper.

First, he has no job, he's applied for OVER 50+ jobs in the past month, with only 2 replying.


........I really don't know what I'm going to do now....with no job, no money, I'm stuck at home playing games/looking for work all day, when I should be out enjoying the best part of my life. I mean, mum and dad are helping with the rent, but they can't keep doing that until I get a job, I don't know how long that will be.....I can't leech off them for the rest of my life.

I don't know, maybe I'm a little apprehensive, this IS the first time I've lived out of home, away from my family...I'm just scared, because I can't see what the future will bring.

I don't know what I'm writing....I'm just rambling, if anybody out there, in the Interweb is listening in on this, and can help with some miricle words, please help....PLEASE


Paul van den Hoorn, signing off...

Jillian: 9 eastern and specific time.
Brian: Specific? Do you mean "pacific?"
Jillian: No I think they mean "specific", like it specifically starts at 9.
Stewie: egh hehehe. *giggle*
Brian: Stewie is that you?
(after some moments.)
Stewie: ... Yes.”