MySpace is good for something
Namely discovering old acquaintances from high school, the few you're actually interested in discovering, anyway. Dear ppl from hs: sry I was such a cooze. Yrs, C
I found someone from hs who lives and works a few miles from me in Huntington Beach (thousands of miles away from school!) but I have no idea who it is, and I don't like that Trader Joe's. It's creepy and I can't define why. Plus all I don't need is to go in, see the girl, and have her OMG YOU'RE STILL FAT AND BY THE WAY I AM TOTALLY AWESOME and I can't mock her nonprofessional job in response, being officially "separated" from Disneyland (nonprofessional, did I say? I take it all back) as of November 11th. Yes, I'm a friggin' housewife. WTF.
I know I haven't done any real updates in a while but I've been very hurty. I no longer have any shunts since they kept malfunctioning, and the headaches are as bad as ever. The brain probe thing was inconclusive, so Doc has been taking a wait-and-see response, which actually means more wait-and-don't-see since my eyes are feeling fuzzy again.
Beardo's mom came out over Christmas. We played a lot of hearts and baked gluten-free fruitcake (she's a celiac). I got me a guitar (still need to find a Guitar for Absolute Morons book) and lots of books and sheepy things (YAY).
I miss Cara and Sara.
There's other things, things I could have written but didn't, things I should have written about earlier if at all, but I don't have the will anymore. My will is sapped by cold hands and pain and general melancholy.
I found someone from hs who lives and works a few miles from me in Huntington Beach (thousands of miles away from school!) but I have no idea who it is, and I don't like that Trader Joe's. It's creepy and I can't define why. Plus all I don't need is to go in, see the girl, and have her OMG YOU'RE STILL FAT AND BY THE WAY I AM TOTALLY AWESOME and I can't mock her nonprofessional job in response, being officially "separated" from Disneyland (nonprofessional, did I say? I take it all back) as of November 11th. Yes, I'm a friggin' housewife. WTF.
I know I haven't done any real updates in a while but I've been very hurty. I no longer have any shunts since they kept malfunctioning, and the headaches are as bad as ever. The brain probe thing was inconclusive, so Doc has been taking a wait-and-see response, which actually means more wait-and-don't-see since my eyes are feeling fuzzy again.
Beardo's mom came out over Christmas. We played a lot of hearts and baked gluten-free fruitcake (she's a celiac). I got me a guitar (still need to find a Guitar for Absolute Morons book) and lots of books and sheepy things (YAY).
I miss Cara and Sara.
There's other things, things I could have written but didn't, things I should have written about earlier if at all, but I don't have the will anymore. My will is sapped by cold hands and pain and general melancholy.