What a shit day.
Today was full of depression, self-pity, doughnuts, and depressing television.
I miss life sometimes.
I'm sitting in a cafe because the show I went to, Ratatat, was sold out. Glad I brought the laptop, just in case.
This shit done fucked me up, yo. For reals.
Thanks, Elizagirl, for traumatizing me with your "books." with your "art."
For real, if you're reading The Walking Dead, this one took it to levels that i wasn't expecting in any way, shape, or form.
Beth was down here for the weekend. I went to pick her up and we watched the fireworks, went to the zoo, went to galleries, and we ate. A lot.
Also, we watched The Incredible Hulk, which I didn't really care for. The action was stupid. The Abomination looked stupid and talked too much. The Hulk saying "Hulk smash" as stupid.
I also made her watch some of The Comeback, which was very good in that it made us both want to kill ourselves. Seriously. Fantastic show, but I know why it was cancelled.
It was too effective. It takes the mortification-meter introduced to us by David Brent and the original British Office[ and doubles it.
Today was awful and it made me feel... absolutely terrible. I don't really know what i'm doing here, with my life. I don't know what's next, and I just... feel a general sense of dissatisfaction. Its so tiring.
What's next? I hate my job. Should I go back to being a bookseller? Maybe I could get a job taking tolls at highways or ferries or something.
ugh.
I miss my friends in Miami. My family. My ex.
I hope she's doing alright.
I need an education, I guess. I need I need I need
My ex-stepbrother from when I was a kid found me and messaged me on myspace last night.
I added him today and when i was going through his pictures I found a section of his photos dedicated to his time with my family. Which is weird. I thought he hated my father for not being good to his mother. His name is Daniel and he's barely a blip in the history of my life. I don't know if that's because my memory is bad now or what-- but I don't remember anything from that time. Not anymore. And because of that it seems so unimportnant.
But if he put all of these photos up on his myspace, some 17 years later, I guess he remembers us a bit.
Here are some of them:
My brothers Danny and Joaquin, my ex-Stepbrother David
My brothers Alex and Joaquin, me, and my ex-Stepbrother Danny
My dad (his ex-stepdad)
Craziness. My father was always old. Always.
I'm not sure why they broke up, my father and stepmother. But I know my dad's pretty nutty so that'll happen sometimes.
I remember getting drunk and crying the day I found out my dad was... clinical. My shrink called him sociopathic. I remember losing my shit that night, after downing a few white russians.
Today was full of depression, self-pity, doughnuts, and depressing television.
I miss life sometimes.
I'm sitting in a cafe because the show I went to, Ratatat, was sold out. Glad I brought the laptop, just in case.
This shit done fucked me up, yo. For reals.
Thanks, Elizagirl, for traumatizing me with your "books." with your "art."
For real, if you're reading The Walking Dead, this one took it to levels that i wasn't expecting in any way, shape, or form.
Beth was down here for the weekend. I went to pick her up and we watched the fireworks, went to the zoo, went to galleries, and we ate. A lot.
Also, we watched The Incredible Hulk, which I didn't really care for. The action was stupid. The Abomination looked stupid and talked too much. The Hulk saying "Hulk smash" as stupid.
I also made her watch some of The Comeback, which was very good in that it made us both want to kill ourselves. Seriously. Fantastic show, but I know why it was cancelled.
It was too effective. It takes the mortification-meter introduced to us by David Brent and the original British Office[ and doubles it.
Today was awful and it made me feel... absolutely terrible. I don't really know what i'm doing here, with my life. I don't know what's next, and I just... feel a general sense of dissatisfaction. Its so tiring.
What's next? I hate my job. Should I go back to being a bookseller? Maybe I could get a job taking tolls at highways or ferries or something.
ugh.
I miss my friends in Miami. My family. My ex.
I hope she's doing alright.
I need an education, I guess. I need I need I need
My ex-stepbrother from when I was a kid found me and messaged me on myspace last night.
I added him today and when i was going through his pictures I found a section of his photos dedicated to his time with my family. Which is weird. I thought he hated my father for not being good to his mother. His name is Daniel and he's barely a blip in the history of my life. I don't know if that's because my memory is bad now or what-- but I don't remember anything from that time. Not anymore. And because of that it seems so unimportnant.
But if he put all of these photos up on his myspace, some 17 years later, I guess he remembers us a bit.
Here are some of them:
My brothers Danny and Joaquin, my ex-Stepbrother David
My brothers Alex and Joaquin, me, and my ex-Stepbrother Danny
My dad (his ex-stepdad)
Craziness. My father was always old. Always.
I'm not sure why they broke up, my father and stepmother. But I know my dad's pretty nutty so that'll happen sometimes.
I remember getting drunk and crying the day I found out my dad was... clinical. My shrink called him sociopathic. I remember losing my shit that night, after downing a few white russians.
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I'll try that.