I've been vaguely meaning to make a public entry recently, but every time I actually sit down and start writing, it all just tumbles out of me and I can't censor the things that are more-mine from the ones that are less-mine so it just ends up in a protected entry or deleted ( Read more... )

How about a bulleted list? Yes. That seems easy enough.

• I lost my job. Laid off, fired, whatever you want to call it. It happened for a number of reason, which I don't care to go terribly in depth into. The position was created when I was hired, which made it difficult, especially since my job had previously been spread out over 6 or 8 people. ( ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about my accident a lot in the last few days ( Read more... )

It pisses me off that I feel like I'm doing an injustice to myself by not being upset about stuff that happened to me two years ago. It pisses me off that I force myself to feel this way ( Read more... )

September 12...

Jesus. I can't believe it's come upon me so fast.

My brother and I were talking this evening. It's funny, in 3 weeks, I feel like I've gotten to know him and various intricacies about his life which I previously had no idea about. He talks and I ask and we converse about all sorts of things. We talk about his job and girls and how fucked up he thinks people are (and why) and all sorts of shit. But ( Read more... )

It occurred to me yesterday that I must have x-rays and cat scan pictures from my accident.

I've never seen them.

Today I thought to myself as I got dressed, "My old Birkenstock knock offs would look really cute with this outfit."

But they threw them away at the hospital after my accident.

On Tuesday I wrote out this big, long thing about my accident and some problems I'm still having with the whole ordeal. I didn't post it because... it didn't seem like a good idea at the time. A few people saw it, but they're good at keeping their mouths shut. Anyway, I decided that there's no particular reason for me to hide stuff, really. If you ( Read more... )