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Apparently I only use LJ when I'm totally pissed off. That's a shame. For the most part my life is crazy and ridiculous and awesome.
For example, 4th of July. Went bar hopping and when we got back to the division house there was a 200-and-some person block party going on. Plus I saw Dave England from Jackass twice in the neighborhood that day. And got free drinks and cigarettes and wound up passing out naked and entangled with my man...as usual.
But it's days like today and yesterday that make me want to throw valuable things off tall buildings.
I just feel at such a loss for words or any form of sanity. I might as well be banging my head against a wall instead of investing time and energy in men right now. I'm so fucking bored and pissed and generally alert about getting fucked over...and now I think I might have been. By the last guy on Earth I would have expected.
Gee, life...thanks a fuckton.
The worst part is that I'm just now realizing that I really don't have anyone to talk to; if for nothing else its because I feel like I got over being the one that needs to cry about my problems in order to get over them. I haven't legitimately talked about my important feelings to anyone in...i dunno like a year. (Excepting Garrison...but with the way his brain works I might has well have talked to a pickle jar.)
I think I'm just really lonely and don't want to admit it, much less do anything about it. How sad.
For example, 4th of July. Went bar hopping and when we got back to the division house there was a 200-and-some person block party going on. Plus I saw Dave England from Jackass twice in the neighborhood that day. And got free drinks and cigarettes and wound up passing out naked and entangled with my man...as usual.
But it's days like today and yesterday that make me want to throw valuable things off tall buildings.
I just feel at such a loss for words or any form of sanity. I might as well be banging my head against a wall instead of investing time and energy in men right now. I'm so fucking bored and pissed and generally alert about getting fucked over...and now I think I might have been. By the last guy on Earth I would have expected.
Gee, life...thanks a fuckton.
The worst part is that I'm just now realizing that I really don't have anyone to talk to; if for nothing else its because I feel like I got over being the one that needs to cry about my problems in order to get over them. I haven't legitimately talked about my important feelings to anyone in...i dunno like a year. (Excepting Garrison...but with the way his brain works I might has well have talked to a pickle jar.)
I think I'm just really lonely and don't want to admit it, much less do anything about it. How sad.