Confessions of a Rosser

There are a few things in my life that I consider very bizarre.

My best and only friend is a complete and utter jackass and lures girls in on a daily basis like he's some sort of ginormous chick magnet.

My mathematics teacher thinks that it is actually considered cool to say "funky" and throw her thumbs up at any student who gets above seventy per cent in her surprise algebra quizzes.

And - oh. Right.

The town that I'm living in is run by pale-faced freaks.

Yeah, welcome to my life.