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So that's where I am right now. Sort of drifting like I was before. But it's a good kind of drifting. At least that's what Vince told me. He might be lying. The old bastard.

Now they have me teaming up with idiots like Christian. His theme music is opera. I wouldn't be too surprised if he danced around in a tutu behind closed doors.

I scratch my butt and drink coffee, which is really what most working people do. [A/N: I do not believe this. Just the people at my school do it. It sounds like something Test would say.]

And when duty calls, I do it. I mean, there's nothing else really to do. I don't want to hang around back all day. Then I'd have to deal with Angle, a kiss ass jackass, Austin, some guy who's stunning Vince, who's just going to sing to him in a few months. What? And Rocky, someone who is so egotistical he makes the Wicked Witch from Snow White look modest.

I tend to be an outsider. That's by choice, mind you. Plenty of people want to be my friend, to have the honor of walking on the same ground that I do. But talking to yourself is much more fun because you get to hear only one opinion, and you get to agree with what is being said.

I have my reasons for doing all the things I do.

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I like Trish. I can't help it. She's just so pretty. But she's a flirt. A tease. But her oh so soft blonde hair, and her gorgeous figure, and her big chest, I…Sigh. I just like her.

So why did she turn ME down, the guy who's immune to everything? I mean, I can't be fired, I can do anything I want! Hell, I could take drugs right in front of Vince and not be fired. I am so living large.

Just because she has the Rock's affection doesn't mean she can point her big breasts up. God damn it, I have immunity! She can't just flick me away with a wand or something. If Test wants something, he gets it. And Test wants…Her.

I realize that I am not immune to everything…I am immune to rejection. What the hell was I thinking? Maybe I need some shock therapy to jolt me back into reality.