bunch o' shit.
The time is almost here. The time to lend myself to the abberations of life and all that comes with it. In 2 months time, I should be saying goodbye to my home for the bulk of my life. I'm ready. With all the snags that have caught me in 2006, I can't say that this year has been totally disastrous.
After all, when you have a mindset like mine, any good thing can provide just enough motivation to really get going.
I'm really startled by how much life experience has been packed into the last eight months.
I've learned more about myself in 2006 than in the last 5 years of my life. Maybe it's that teenager to young adult to adult clairvoyance I've read so much about.
I had my first really terrible car accident in July. Someone T-boned my driver's side as I was strolling through an intersection in Ft Myers. The car was totalled, and I spent about 13 hours in the emergency room getting stitched up. 63 stitches later, my left arm survives with a fucked up tattoo and a lot of bruises. Had I been in a smaller vehicle, the truck that slammed in to me would have ended my life. I have not made an attempt to get into another vehicle since then. I need to get focused on a pedestrian lifestyle anyway, as I don't intend to drive in Chicago. What's the point?
I've been getting my right arm worked on at the tattoo shop whenever I can get a chance to go down there. I hope to get my right arm done by the time I leave.
My mind is in 100 different directions, all at once. I hope I am making a good decision.
After all, when you have a mindset like mine, any good thing can provide just enough motivation to really get going.
I'm really startled by how much life experience has been packed into the last eight months.
I've learned more about myself in 2006 than in the last 5 years of my life. Maybe it's that teenager to young adult to adult clairvoyance I've read so much about.
I had my first really terrible car accident in July. Someone T-boned my driver's side as I was strolling through an intersection in Ft Myers. The car was totalled, and I spent about 13 hours in the emergency room getting stitched up. 63 stitches later, my left arm survives with a fucked up tattoo and a lot of bruises. Had I been in a smaller vehicle, the truck that slammed in to me would have ended my life. I have not made an attempt to get into another vehicle since then. I need to get focused on a pedestrian lifestyle anyway, as I don't intend to drive in Chicago. What's the point?
I've been getting my right arm worked on at the tattoo shop whenever I can get a chance to go down there. I hope to get my right arm done by the time I leave.
My mind is in 100 different directions, all at once. I hope I am making a good decision.