grr.

whoo-ee. i'm psychic. my best guy friend's getting married and i feel nasty about it.
i'm admittedly being selfish. i know i'm losing a shoulder to cry on, beer buddy and occasional comic relief. i don't like it one bit because i don't know how to cope with the news. besides, i think vicki hates me.
i'll just wallow in my prehensile state of mind for now.