Gah!
Glorious Internet, how I have been without thee for a couple days, and suddenyl, on the morning of my departure from the glorious windy city, I find you have returned.
Holy hell. Going home is going to suck ass.
I get back, then I have 3 days to pack up all my shit and then move over a thousand miles away. Home makes me depressed and gives me cabin fever. BAH!
I'm just glad it won't be home anymore. Now it's just a phase, a transition. Hell, I'm burn the fucking place down if I could, what, considering all the horrible memories I have there. It was supposed to be the home of me and my ex fiancee. But she's fucking nuts. Long story short, it didn't work out. Now she's dating some right-wing christian dude, and I'm glad she has someone els eto focus her insanity on. I get to move away from that, and my insane mother, to a place where I have no ties, where I can work a shit job, and make new friends.
The prospect excites me more than Christmas did when I was a little boy.
Ok, enough writing, time for me to pack so I can make the hellish journey to nasty ass O'Hare.
As I say before any flight, if I die on a plane crash, make sure my headstone says "Here lies Tim. Now FUCK OFF and let me sleep."
Oh well, who knows, maybe I'll go into the back lavatory and end up fucking some random stranger like the main character of "Choke". Doubtful though, plus, not too keen on getting an infection.
/end ramble
Glorious Internet, how I have been without thee for a couple days, and suddenyl, on the morning of my departure from the glorious windy city, I find you have returned.
Holy hell. Going home is going to suck ass.
I get back, then I have 3 days to pack up all my shit and then move over a thousand miles away. Home makes me depressed and gives me cabin fever. BAH!
I'm just glad it won't be home anymore. Now it's just a phase, a transition. Hell, I'm burn the fucking place down if I could, what, considering all the horrible memories I have there. It was supposed to be the home of me and my ex fiancee. But she's fucking nuts. Long story short, it didn't work out. Now she's dating some right-wing christian dude, and I'm glad she has someone els eto focus her insanity on. I get to move away from that, and my insane mother, to a place where I have no ties, where I can work a shit job, and make new friends.
The prospect excites me more than Christmas did when I was a little boy.
Ok, enough writing, time for me to pack so I can make the hellish journey to nasty ass O'Hare.
As I say before any flight, if I die on a plane crash, make sure my headstone says "Here lies Tim. Now FUCK OFF and let me sleep."
Oh well, who knows, maybe I'll go into the back lavatory and end up fucking some random stranger like the main character of "Choke". Doubtful though, plus, not too keen on getting an infection.
/end ramble