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I'm just letting everyone out there in LJ land know that I am still alive. Life isn't going too good, but not TOO bad. If I were to post like I used to, I would have one of those annoying LJs with sayings of how I just want to be held, and all that lame depressing crap that annoys me. I don't want to point any elbows or anything. I fucked up my life, yes. I chose to smoke pot, pop x, and drink, which resulted in the frying of my brain. It's my fault, but whatever. Who cares now. It's just getting life back on track that's difficult. I lost my job at the Pita Pit. I still work at the theatre, of course. I no longer care, though. Everything's just wahtever. As the song states, I get by with a little help from my friends.