When people I havent seen in a while ask me how Ive been doing, I tell them that 30 has been my worst year ever. They invariable ask for details.
This is my story.
January June: Laptop dies while under warranty. CompUSA strings me along for 6 months, and then declares computer unfixable, and out of warranty.
January August: My motorcycle died. I pay $2000 to fix my $1500 bike, which is then stolen 1 month later, a week after I rear-end a car. Yes. I REAR-END a car. While sober. Moto hits car. I=RETARD.
March July: I filed my income tax for the first time. This caused an ancient traffic ticket ($750) to be charged against my account. My bank account was frozen and my wages were attached. My rent check bounced. Later I find out that there is no record of my taxes being filed.
January August: My three-year relationship with my girlfriend ground itself to shreds.
January December: My job is one of the worst jobs in the world. I work in a call center for class-action lawsuits. You want to talk exploitation? Read The King of Torts by John Grisham. Lawyers ARE truly evil.
January June: I spent 6 months commuting for 2 hours each way, and paying $20 a day for the privilege. That, for the slower kids is equivalent to $400 a month. To get to work.
October : The only booty call I still have after three years of being in a relationship visits me for three days, and then runs off to LA to get married. To a drummer. From a goth band.
2005: I will not be getting laid on my birthday.
But at that point, my Worst Year Ever will be over.
In a way it's not really surprising that I'm a terrible drunk after all this; or that I spend most of my time at home, alone, cooking Thai food.
But where to go from here?
Has anyone out there read "the ethical slut"?
This is my story.
January June: Laptop dies while under warranty. CompUSA strings me along for 6 months, and then declares computer unfixable, and out of warranty.
January August: My motorcycle died. I pay $2000 to fix my $1500 bike, which is then stolen 1 month later, a week after I rear-end a car. Yes. I REAR-END a car. While sober. Moto hits car. I=RETARD.
March July: I filed my income tax for the first time. This caused an ancient traffic ticket ($750) to be charged against my account. My bank account was frozen and my wages were attached. My rent check bounced. Later I find out that there is no record of my taxes being filed.
January August: My three-year relationship with my girlfriend ground itself to shreds.
January December: My job is one of the worst jobs in the world. I work in a call center for class-action lawsuits. You want to talk exploitation? Read The King of Torts by John Grisham. Lawyers ARE truly evil.
January June: I spent 6 months commuting for 2 hours each way, and paying $20 a day for the privilege. That, for the slower kids is equivalent to $400 a month. To get to work.
October : The only booty call I still have after three years of being in a relationship visits me for three days, and then runs off to LA to get married. To a drummer. From a goth band.
2005: I will not be getting laid on my birthday.
But at that point, my Worst Year Ever will be over.
In a way it's not really surprising that I'm a terrible drunk after all this; or that I spend most of my time at home, alone, cooking Thai food.
But where to go from here?
Has anyone out there read "the ethical slut"?
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odi omnes
I wish you were here, good Thai food and booty would be nice. Tee hee.
I do hope things improve for you this next year love. In the mean time...*smooch*
~cheers