This is my 666th entry.
But I'm not particularly superstitious, so it's okay.
Things have been kind of up and down lately. My birthday ended up being a new contender for Worst Birthday Ever, and you know it had to be pretty bad to even compete with the Getting Dumped and Drinking Alone Till the Bar Closed extravaganza that was turning 30. Thank God for good friends, but if I ever spend another birthday crying, I'm going to be royally pissed off.
There are a lot of things I want to talk about but I'm having a hard time finding words. Life is weird and colorful and challenging lately, and I've found myself realizing exactly how much has happened and how much I've changed in the past three years. Good things, really, but the truth is that most of those three years were one colossal mindfuck after another.
And it's 9/11 again. So.
Things have been kind of up and down lately. My birthday ended up being a new contender for Worst Birthday Ever, and you know it had to be pretty bad to even compete with the Getting Dumped and Drinking Alone Till the Bar Closed extravaganza that was turning 30. Thank God for good friends, but if I ever spend another birthday crying, I'm going to be royally pissed off.
There are a lot of things I want to talk about but I'm having a hard time finding words. Life is weird and colorful and challenging lately, and I've found myself realizing exactly how much has happened and how much I've changed in the past three years. Good things, really, but the truth is that most of those three years were one colossal mindfuck after another.
And it's 9/11 again. So.