This journal is like morphine...
...I started, now I can't stop. Kidding. Sort of.
I really want to throw down a blurb on this site before too much time goes by. It's about Virginia... (cue Kenny G music) but it's really about every hometown, and for everyone.
Just kidding, I'm totally egocentric. This entry is solely about Virginia. Want to get some things off of my splendid chest.
I was pretty miserable growing up. I didn't want to be there, hated my parents for choosing such a small, rural town (not that we even lived in the town), and I wasn't very interested in making anyone else happy, either. As a result, I was a bad friend, an even worse girlfriend, and pretty much a pain in the ass, altogether. The first two have since changed.
So, for any shit-talking, gossip-spreading, cheating, cattiness, and general ass-raping I did before the age of 18, I'm really sorry. (All the post-18 ass raping was totally justified, btw.)
When I was growing up, I didn't feel like I belonged, at all. Going back, though, it felt comfortable and familiar, surprisingly. I have to recognize that the place I spent the vast majority of my life, especially during such cognitive years, must have shaped who I am, whether it was a reaction to the environment or in spite of it. Because I'm so happy w/ where I am and who I am, I have Lunenburg, in part, to thank. I never thought I'd say that, but it's true.
Okay, enough of that. Just wanted to throw that out there. If you want to check out Susan's wedding pix, go to:
www.photoisland.com
user: corinaland@gmail.com
pw: wedding
I really want to throw down a blurb on this site before too much time goes by. It's about Virginia... (cue Kenny G music) but it's really about every hometown, and for everyone.
Just kidding, I'm totally egocentric. This entry is solely about Virginia. Want to get some things off of my splendid chest.
I was pretty miserable growing up. I didn't want to be there, hated my parents for choosing such a small, rural town (not that we even lived in the town), and I wasn't very interested in making anyone else happy, either. As a result, I was a bad friend, an even worse girlfriend, and pretty much a pain in the ass, altogether. The first two have since changed.
So, for any shit-talking, gossip-spreading, cheating, cattiness, and general ass-raping I did before the age of 18, I'm really sorry. (All the post-18 ass raping was totally justified, btw.)
When I was growing up, I didn't feel like I belonged, at all. Going back, though, it felt comfortable and familiar, surprisingly. I have to recognize that the place I spent the vast majority of my life, especially during such cognitive years, must have shaped who I am, whether it was a reaction to the environment or in spite of it. Because I'm so happy w/ where I am and who I am, I have Lunenburg, in part, to thank. I never thought I'd say that, but it's true.
Okay, enough of that. Just wanted to throw that out there. If you want to check out Susan's wedding pix, go to:
www.photoisland.com
user: corinaland@gmail.com
pw: wedding