Sorry for the major MIA sesh.
I've been on a major work-ahol binge, which has now left me with the biggest work-ahol hangover ever (i.e. some sort of flu/phemonea/evil death plague that does not allow me to eat or sleep or function). It's not going away and I finally got a doctors appt for tomorrow. Apparently this shit is going around because that place was harder to get into than.....I don't know, I don't really get out much....
Anyways, before the death attack, I was getting hella shit dones. Lobbying my university to keep all the resource centers intacted and cut stupid fucking 13 million dollar division one status during the budget cuts is my idea of a rockin time. I'm newly obsessed with the term rabble-rouser. Like if I could be refered to as a rabble-rouser from now on, that'd be sweet, thanks.
I've recently gotten really close to this girl I met in my art class fall quarter and her roommates. We're going to get a house together next year. One of them, Claire, is gonna be in France for the first half of the year, but after I want her to move in too. She and I get along swimmingly. We're really similar and have similar outlooks on how a friendship should work and I like her because she makes me feel like I have friends who will be like family, the way my ex made me feel before that shit blew up. That's what's made it so hard. I'm the kind of person that, no matter what kind of crazy fucked up shit you do (like get me and another woman pregnant for example), once you're in, you're fucking in my family.
I've been dealing with that with my former roommates. One of them has hella conservative Indian parents who just found out she's been living with her boyfriend and disowned her. I offered her a place to stay, even though she's been nothing but a bitch to me, because she's still gonna be one of those people I'll always care if they live or die, you know. As much as I hate to say it, I learned some pretty great things from my asshole ex, and it sucks that he ended up being such an asshole to me in ways I could never forgive, because, aside from that, he was a decent person.
Aside from being assholes, we're all decent people, right?
I've been on a major work-ahol binge, which has now left me with the biggest work-ahol hangover ever (i.e. some sort of flu/phemonea/evil death plague that does not allow me to eat or sleep or function). It's not going away and I finally got a doctors appt for tomorrow. Apparently this shit is going around because that place was harder to get into than.....I don't know, I don't really get out much....
Anyways, before the death attack, I was getting hella shit dones. Lobbying my university to keep all the resource centers intacted and cut stupid fucking 13 million dollar division one status during the budget cuts is my idea of a rockin time. I'm newly obsessed with the term rabble-rouser. Like if I could be refered to as a rabble-rouser from now on, that'd be sweet, thanks.
I've recently gotten really close to this girl I met in my art class fall quarter and her roommates. We're going to get a house together next year. One of them, Claire, is gonna be in France for the first half of the year, but after I want her to move in too. She and I get along swimmingly. We're really similar and have similar outlooks on how a friendship should work and I like her because she makes me feel like I have friends who will be like family, the way my ex made me feel before that shit blew up. That's what's made it so hard. I'm the kind of person that, no matter what kind of crazy fucked up shit you do (like get me and another woman pregnant for example), once you're in, you're fucking in my family.
I've been dealing with that with my former roommates. One of them has hella conservative Indian parents who just found out she's been living with her boyfriend and disowned her. I offered her a place to stay, even though she's been nothing but a bitch to me, because she's still gonna be one of those people I'll always care if they live or die, you know. As much as I hate to say it, I learned some pretty great things from my asshole ex, and it sucks that he ended up being such an asshole to me in ways I could never forgive, because, aside from that, he was a decent person.
Aside from being assholes, we're all decent people, right?
r3x:
Nah. I'm an asshole who pretends to be nice.