But cursed be he that moves my bones.
"No dejes que el pasado te diga quien eres... Deja que te diga quien serás."
It's amazing how my premonitions are usually right, and how. My birthday came about and it was beautiful in that heaven before hell sort of way. I was already living things to come. But with my good luck and all... It's scary how one second you can be listening to music, doing whatever...
And the next you're surrounded by FBI agents and local police (quite the tacky sting), screaming and searching about. It just makes me think... How the fuck, do I get myself in these positions, or how fortunate am I, to be put in these positions by mistake. Such was the case on this one... Wrong person.
Why thank you. You illiterate motherfuckers. Next time, maybe, just maybe... Make sure you have your facts straight before you go toting guns in someone's sanctuaire. This was after the wonderful time with the whole apartment thing... Perfect. Just perfect. What else can go wrong.
Never ever have a roommate (doesn't matter who's head of household). Chances are you will end up trying to kill each other and one of you paying a shitload of money. Seems this is the latest fad among angst-ridden teenagers... Boy do they know what they're getting into.
I got a package from Jae, which was all but expected... Thank you. It's not that I doubted you, it's just that I didn't expect anyone to actually bother to send something let alone a gift. You made my day, as horrible as the month has been. I hope to actually hear from you soon. I miss our late-night conversations full of silliness.
Here's to hoping this month ends soon, and the next one is remotely better... Salud!