2010
Should go back and do some sort of retrospective.
But you know what...? This has been a pretty good year for me, in terms of personal growth. You may or may not remember my hateful rants of yesteryear (literally yesteryear, I think- though I'm not sure of the legitimate definition of that word).
I wouldn't have guessed it, but it's like last year, in reverse- that year started out solid, and ended up shitty, and this one was more or less the opposite.
Not doing super great, but feeling pretty well. Emotionally, I think I'm in better shape- the painful exercising of emotions, to continue the metaphor. But, it's a good thing.
This is despite my chronic unemployment over the last year- I've worked a few jobs here and there, but nothing nearly reliable as in the past, no legitimate jobs. It's just... Nice. I don't know, I'm feeling pretty nice right now.
See also: hateful rant, director's cut, posted below (crossposted from my Facebook)-
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Welcome, to what is my last Facebook rant of the year. ...probably.
2009 is Large Marge.
I keep a blog, shamefully, so I should really go back over this year and see what I was up to. But in general 2009 has been like that Large Marge scene from the Pee Wee Herman movie. It started out alright, and then it just got fucked up and strange.
And the rational thing to do here is to just take it in stride, of course. Hey man, some years are better than others, overall. 2009 isn't even my worst year, not by a long shot.
But, you know what? Fuck. That. Bullshit. 2009 is pissing me off. The fact that it is incorporeal, an abstraction of an idea of the measurment of time, is irrelevant. You shouldn't be able to get upset at a measurement. It is not reasonable. It is insane.
But to hell with it. Fuck you, 2009. If I ever see you again, I'm going to punch you in your FACE. I am going to Chris Brown your shit. This year isn't ending, I'm dumping it.
Because it is a bitch.
I'm going to invent some sort of knife that lets you stab a year. I want to stab this fucking year. True story.
True story.
You are the Nickelback of fucking years.
But, there are 3 days left in the year, technically!!
No. No there are not. We're fucking done.
Have a nice day,
TS
P.S.
But you know what...? This has been a pretty good year for me, in terms of personal growth. You may or may not remember my hateful rants of yesteryear (literally yesteryear, I think- though I'm not sure of the legitimate definition of that word).
I wouldn't have guessed it, but it's like last year, in reverse- that year started out solid, and ended up shitty, and this one was more or less the opposite.
Not doing super great, but feeling pretty well. Emotionally, I think I'm in better shape- the painful exercising of emotions, to continue the metaphor. But, it's a good thing.
This is despite my chronic unemployment over the last year- I've worked a few jobs here and there, but nothing nearly reliable as in the past, no legitimate jobs. It's just... Nice. I don't know, I'm feeling pretty nice right now.
See also: hateful rant, director's cut, posted below (crossposted from my Facebook)-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Welcome, to what is my last Facebook rant of the year. ...probably.
2009 is Large Marge.
I keep a blog, shamefully, so I should really go back over this year and see what I was up to. But in general 2009 has been like that Large Marge scene from the Pee Wee Herman movie. It started out alright, and then it just got fucked up and strange.
And the rational thing to do here is to just take it in stride, of course. Hey man, some years are better than others, overall. 2009 isn't even my worst year, not by a long shot.
But, you know what? Fuck. That. Bullshit. 2009 is pissing me off. The fact that it is incorporeal, an abstraction of an idea of the measurment of time, is irrelevant. You shouldn't be able to get upset at a measurement. It is not reasonable. It is insane.
But to hell with it. Fuck you, 2009. If I ever see you again, I'm going to punch you in your FACE. I am going to Chris Brown your shit. This year isn't ending, I'm dumping it.
Because it is a bitch.
I'm going to invent some sort of knife that lets you stab a year. I want to stab this fucking year. True story.
True story.
You are the Nickelback of fucking years.
But, there are 3 days left in the year, technically!!
No. No there are not. We're fucking done.
Have a nice day,
TS
P.S.