Fuck a buncha snow....RIGHT IN THE EYE!!
My normal 12 minute drive to work (or home from work, duh) has now become 45 minutes. I'm driving the same route, shit, aside from a couple variations in the last three blocks there really ISN'T any other route, but because it won't stop fucking snowing, it takes more than three times as long to drive it. I also really don't like the wet white shit to begin with, I don't ski or do any of the other things that people like to do in the snow, so it drives me fucking apeshit when people come up to me with huge grins telling me how great it is that it's snowing. It is mildly amusing to me that now that we've gotten a shitload dumped on us and it just isn't stopping, all those same people who were happy are now bitching about it. I'm actually surprised that I made it home tonight, I barely made it to work today and with just a few short breaks, it's kept up the snowfall all fucking day.
Aside from being annoyed by the weather, I'm actually in really good spirits. I'm continuing to lose weight without even trying and have lost more than thirty pounds just since I moved here. That's roughly ten pounds a month for all of you who haven't been taking notes. I haven't been down to this weight in at least three years and if this keeps up or at least doesn't slow down too much, I'll be back where I should be (weight-wise) in another two or three months. I'm also still feeling inspired to get back on track and I feel so much more in control of my life than I have in years. No more feeling completely overwhelmed by issues in my life, no more depression (that last bout of it was a whopper, but didn't last even a fraction of how long it has in the past), I still miss someone, but I've come fully to grips with that too. Now is really the time for me to get everything going, I've got the momentum to put it all in motion right now and I think if i can just take some of those first steps, I'll be down that road before I have time to blink.
My normal 12 minute drive to work (or home from work, duh) has now become 45 minutes. I'm driving the same route, shit, aside from a couple variations in the last three blocks there really ISN'T any other route, but because it won't stop fucking snowing, it takes more than three times as long to drive it. I also really don't like the wet white shit to begin with, I don't ski or do any of the other things that people like to do in the snow, so it drives me fucking apeshit when people come up to me with huge grins telling me how great it is that it's snowing. It is mildly amusing to me that now that we've gotten a shitload dumped on us and it just isn't stopping, all those same people who were happy are now bitching about it. I'm actually surprised that I made it home tonight, I barely made it to work today and with just a few short breaks, it's kept up the snowfall all fucking day.
Aside from being annoyed by the weather, I'm actually in really good spirits. I'm continuing to lose weight without even trying and have lost more than thirty pounds just since I moved here. That's roughly ten pounds a month for all of you who haven't been taking notes. I haven't been down to this weight in at least three years and if this keeps up or at least doesn't slow down too much, I'll be back where I should be (weight-wise) in another two or three months. I'm also still feeling inspired to get back on track and I feel so much more in control of my life than I have in years. No more feeling completely overwhelmed by issues in my life, no more depression (that last bout of it was a whopper, but didn't last even a fraction of how long it has in the past), I still miss someone, but I've come fully to grips with that too. Now is really the time for me to get everything going, I've got the momentum to put it all in motion right now and I think if i can just take some of those first steps, I'll be down that road before I have time to blink.
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and as for my links, I promise to throw in some distracting links to singing, smiling eggs or kittens or something next time.
Read your comment in Sam's journal. By all means, check out the Ramones documentary. I've seen it four times now. You'll come away thinking, "And I though I was depressed..." A great narrative.
Enjoy Albuquerque, and let us know about your road trip.