oh wow…so yeah, i’ve been slacking and such. you know, haven’t really paid any attention to wtf is going on around these parts and i know there’s so much web stuff i’m supposed to take care of or something like that, you know…be productive. heh. fat fucking chance of that happening.
wow…and to think of everything that has happened? oh wow…where to fucking start?
*deep breath*
well, i’m 21 now people.
twenty-fucking-one-years-old! dear sweet jeebus! heh. yeah…and in order to practice being able to legally buy liquor and such now…i spent a good three weeks doing nothing but boozing it up and going to the bar and generally binging on alcohol…WAHOO! yeah…heh. oh and i made some new friends too…because like, you know. out here fucking alone while john is off having the time of his fucking life and i’m a big ball of miserable, lonely rage and such. so i went out and learned to be sociable. whether that’s a good thing or not remains to be seen. but for the most part it’s not half bad. and well, now i can do even more things with my new friends (who are all older) than i could before because yes, i am 21 now!
so yeah…my birthday was on the 18th. night before my birthday, john brought his new “girlfriend” to the apartment and fucked her. i was in the other room. i had to see him that night, with his patented “I Just Got Laid” look plastered on his face and a big dopey grin and all i wanted to do was destroy things left and right.
i got in a fight with a tree. i’d like to think i won.
*shrug*
hmm…in other news, i got ridiculous plastered on my birthday. i gave my phone number out to a dude, not the wisest choice i could make in an alcoholic haze, but you know….oh yeah, and he’s a drug dealer amongst “other” things. yipeee!!! hm…what else? uh…well there was the drunken debauchery of my birthday, which i took days to recover from, followed by another night of heavy drinking on that following friday. and HOW!
boy did i drink a lot. tequila is not my friend, btw. not at all. hmmm…i crashed at a friend’s place (i’m getting very familiar with his couch, you know…) and woke up with the same freaking side pain i’d had since the day before. and i was extra irritable because this was supposed to be my weekend of debauchery with the midget, but alas…no. *sigh*
yeah so i got wicked sick with a fever of like 104 or some shit, twitching/shaking/painful/achy chills for a freaking hour saturday afternoon and i passed out. sunday was spent in a similar manner…and that monday i dragged my lousy carcass to the ER. *shudder* oh how i hate, loathe and despise hospitals! HATE HATE HATE.
i was there for 7.5 freaking hours! that’s just not right! AND i was alone! *sobs* freaking alone in the hospital. oh god how i hated that. john had called me earlier that morning all telling me he would take me to the hospital after dinner with his girlfriend. obviously i hung up on him, but then i didn’t hear from the fucker again till like two days later. and even so, i haven’t seen him since thursday night and here it is already sunday. blah.
so yeah, i have an apartment now. found a two bedroom on commonwealth ave. yipee! and whatnot. i guess. it’s $300 more a month than what i’m paying now. doesn’t that just suck all the ass in the world? yes, yes it does. like nobody’s business. who knows when i’m actually moving though. because like, i still have to pack so much shit up. more shit than you would believe. blah squared. on one hand it’s kinda cool cuz i’ll be closer to the T and won’t spend all damned day commuting from job to home and such. on the other hand…i feel miserable. i feel like butt-encrusted butt, yo. and i hate it. it’s totally because this is it, yo. this is freaking it. i’m going to move and get the hell on and john is going to stay here and who would’ve thought that i’d be going off to live alone (who ever would’ve thought i’d live with john!?!?!) and he’d be staying here wanting to marry some other TWENTY-FREAKING-EIGHT-year-old foreign wench and i’d be freaking alone? honestly. a year ago…if someone had’ve told me that this is how we’d end up…oh dear lord…i would’ve freaked the fuck out. seriously.
and now…this is my fucking life, yo. *sigh*
this is my fucking life.
