The problem is that there are no interesting people.
People don't have time to be interesting.
There's only time to go to work, come home and watch Boston Legal before it's off to bed and start the whole thing over again.
And it's because they need so much damned money just to live.
At least here in McLean the pseudo-civilization.
It's actually a slum -- they've never ever turned down a builder.
But no one pays any attention to that.
They know there are jobs here, and because there are so many jobs, more and more people come and try to live here.
So they keep building the goddamned houses. And more and more cars end up on the roads and I keep asking myself,
"How the hell are there not more fatal car accidents here? Seems like there ought to be, and just in time because we need to balance things out a bit."
as I rub my head in frustrated agony.
But then it occurs to me that the reason that there are so few car accidents is because everyone who would move here is a super security oriented worrisome piece of shit with nothing better to do than bite their nails over global warming while they drive to the mall so they can buy nice clothes so they look good when they come back next time. And that kind of person is boring.
They're too scared to have any fun.
What I'm saying is, it's become impossible for anyone interesting to ever be here in McDonalds Virginia.
So don't tell me to look for hot-manz either.
They're boring too.