Friday, December 25, 2009
End of the year survey @ 9:08 AM
Post the first line or first couple lines of the first post of the month for all twelve months.
January: So, excuse me while I become uberly obsessed with Leverage since like... it's series premiere. (hahaha, GO FUCKING FIGURE)
February: "Ma'am, can you please step out of the vehicle?" Fuck. I'm getting arrested. FUCK FUCK FUCKETY FUCK. Hands behind my back. Cuffs on my wrists. In the cop car. My nose itches, of fucking course. (ahaha. getting arrested sucked...)
March: I think its funny how this time I asked for help and no one came. (emo rant. I'll probably have a lot of those)
April: My house got broken into. Everything stolen. I moved To Atlanta to live with my family and had to pack up the last four years of my life into three bags and leave everything else behind. (fun FUCKING times...)
May: I know I don't write in here very often. Mostly because nothing significant has been going on in my life. I could have wrote about how I got drugged that one night, but that wouldn't have been entertaining to ya'll cause well, I can't remember that whole night. No memory equals no blog. (that one was about going into the mental hospital...)
June: When I first started this journal entry, it ended up being eight pages long typed. It was mostly a pity party about my past, and how screwed up I am and how even when things are going right I can never allow myself to be happy… probably far more disturbing childhood info than all of you ever need to know… and that’s why I’m rewriting it. (rant about being a "fan")
July: When I went to the store yesterday before work to go get cigarettes I saw Nicole drive by. She honked. We haven’t spoken since we yelled at each other in the car when she dropped me off on Wednesday. She knows I didn’t go to the interview though, seeing me on a curb at quarter past six was a dead give away since the interview was fifteen minutes prior to that. I feel bad about pissing her off, but this is my life. (becoming a stripper again...)
August: God. I just can’t do this anymore. Any of it. All of it. I can’t take care of myself, and it just rips me apart inside. (my year obviously wasn't a happy one)
September: The decision to go to Dragon*Con was seriously made in about five seconds after I saw this: @JulieBenz Flying to atlanta for dragon con... Come by and say "hi"! (okay, that was a happy entry lol)
October: My mac died. Well, okay, not died exactly, but the screen part broke, and they were gonna charge me like $500 instead. So I did the only thing I could do… I bought a PC for the same damn amount of money. Fucking Apple likes to rob people, I’m sure that’s like the #1 thing they teach their employees. (and I *still* haven't gotten it fixed... sigh)
November: I play a very good victim. I think I feel comfortable in the role, it’s familiar. I’m a victim of sexual, physical, and emotional abuse. All different times, all throughout my entire life. (yeah, that wasn't happy either.)
December: I don’t know if I’m more high or drunk right now. All I know is that I’m very hyper aware of what’s going on. You have no idea how bad that it is for me. Especially sexually. (sexual freakout)
So. Yeah. That sums up the shittiness of my year pretty well =/
Labels: 2009
