Well, guys, I am (for lack of a more descriptive term) in a mind-numbing funk. I've now been living in the great *cough* state of Wyoming for close to two months, and suffice it to say I am extremely fearful for the future of the human race.
So many people here are surly, arrogant, paranoid, and downright unwilling to practice common courtecy. The very air of this place reeks of disdain and depression, and I find myself fighting every day to not join in...

I haven't been able to meet anyone here, for friendship or relationships and, frankly, I'm not sure I want to considering the sorry excuses for human beings I've seen thus far.
My week-long joke of an employment at the GameStop here ended in a fiasco of the most unprofessional behavior I've ever seen in a store manager. At least, working at GameStop got me noticed by the district manager of another entertainment store here who offered me a management job, so hopefully things will begin to look up in that regard.

I'm also extremely stressed about my artistic future. I'm taking the first steps into really trying to gain a following, but I just don't think my ideas are exciting or funny enough.
This new character I'm working on is meant to represent me-- Not some fake, musclebound, magnificently-endowed, tattooed hunk like every single other male on here, but just a normal, intelligent, nice guy, just trying to find someone who can accept him the way he is. But, I'm worried that people can't find someone like that interesting, so I find myself trying to jazzercise him with this stupid transformation bit into the aforementioned hunk, and I'm hating myself for it.
Listen, I'm not trying to sell myself off as some frighteningly clever, unwaveringly confident so and so, because I'm not. I'm just a human being who has a story to tell, and happens to like furries.

*Sigh* Sorry to drop all this on whoever cares enough to read it... I'm just really bummed these days, and don't really have anyone to talk to.

And Wyoming really sucks.