If You Put Your Head to My Chest, I bet you can hear the Ocean...
So, everyone has a bad day. It happens. However, how many people have a bad month? I do. Let me share with you the hell that has been my life.
First, I had my digital camera stolen from me. It also had a decent size memory card in it, which set me back $50. Altogether, I basically had $250 stolen from me. Then, I fractured my ankle, not my tibia (which is what Health Services told me. Remind me to go to a place that's a tad more reliable). Turns out when I fell down the stairs (I was sober), I fell and pulled a tendon so hard that it ripped a chunk of bone out. Then, I had to resign from the board of directors at the radio station. Let's follow this up with news about my aunt having her cancer spread to her brain, which doesn't bode well. After this, there was school work and a lot of it. Add a little "I'm really fucking poor." Finally, the worst (and most recent) part was that I was condemned to friendom. I thought things were actually going well, but that was just a sucker punch to my gut, ego, and hopes. I'm still hurting from that one.
That's my life so far. So, if you think I'm throwing myself a pity party, go fuck yourself. This month has been complete shit so far and really fucking stressful and difficult for me. I'm getting frustrated really easily. So, remember if you think you're having a bad day, just think "At least I'm not Townie Paul."
Fatally Yours,
-Townie "I'm the Epitome of Emo" Paul
First, I had my digital camera stolen from me. It also had a decent size memory card in it, which set me back $50. Altogether, I basically had $250 stolen from me. Then, I fractured my ankle, not my tibia (which is what Health Services told me. Remind me to go to a place that's a tad more reliable). Turns out when I fell down the stairs (I was sober), I fell and pulled a tendon so hard that it ripped a chunk of bone out. Then, I had to resign from the board of directors at the radio station. Let's follow this up with news about my aunt having her cancer spread to her brain, which doesn't bode well. After this, there was school work and a lot of it. Add a little "I'm really fucking poor." Finally, the worst (and most recent) part was that I was condemned to friendom. I thought things were actually going well, but that was just a sucker punch to my gut, ego, and hopes. I'm still hurting from that one.
That's my life so far. So, if you think I'm throwing myself a pity party, go fuck yourself. This month has been complete shit so far and really fucking stressful and difficult for me. I'm getting frustrated really easily. So, remember if you think you're having a bad day, just think "At least I'm not Townie Paul."
Fatally Yours,
-Townie "I'm the Epitome of Emo" Paul