i hope they posted bail
AN OPEN LETTER TO LIFE
Dear Life,
OK, you are being pretty moderate right now in many ways, but (admittedly) pretty good in others. For example, as previously stated, my friend Tom died by being struck by lightning (I would just like to reiterate this: STRUCK. BY. LIGHTNING.), which is obviously fucked. But on the other hand, I am not curled up in a ball under my desk hyperventilating about the aforesaid fuckedness, which is good. Also, I am awfully poor right now (ie possess like ten dollars in the whole world), which is lame. But I get paid on Wednesday, plus I get ALL my tax back, which is great. I can't think of any other direct dichotomies but you know, stuff. Oh yes, I found out via Stalkbook that a former boyfriend (whom I regrettably dumped months ago - apparently in a cold and heartless manner, but actually in confusing and icky circumstances which I was unable to articulate at the time - and with whom I have not communicated since) is now dating a girl who is so freaking attractive I can't believe she exists, but yeah, whatever. What was the point of this letter again? Was it to be a giant whinge? Possibly. If so I guess it succeeded! (But then what else is livejournal for?) Life! Awesome! OK!
Yours glass-half-emptily,
Anna
Dear Life,
OK, you are being pretty moderate right now in many ways, but (admittedly) pretty good in others. For example, as previously stated, my friend Tom died by being struck by lightning (I would just like to reiterate this: STRUCK. BY. LIGHTNING.), which is obviously fucked. But on the other hand, I am not curled up in a ball under my desk hyperventilating about the aforesaid fuckedness, which is good. Also, I am awfully poor right now (ie possess like ten dollars in the whole world), which is lame. But I get paid on Wednesday, plus I get ALL my tax back, which is great. I can't think of any other direct dichotomies but you know, stuff. Oh yes, I found out via Stalkbook that a former boyfriend (whom I regrettably dumped months ago - apparently in a cold and heartless manner, but actually in confusing and icky circumstances which I was unable to articulate at the time - and with whom I have not communicated since) is now dating a girl who is so freaking attractive I can't believe she exists, but yeah, whatever. What was the point of this letter again? Was it to be a giant whinge? Possibly. If so I guess it succeeded! (But then what else is livejournal for?) Life! Awesome! OK!
Yours glass-half-emptily,
Anna