Okay,
It’s been several days since Christmas….okay, you caught me. Over half a month. I’m just /now/ recupperating from it. Fucking morons. Anyways, now that the ‘Christmas Spirit’ is gone, I’m a much more malleable person. Well, easier to work with, that’s for sure. I’m no longer standing in the middle of the store spouting incoherencies about the current electronic paraphenalia we’re sporting. So I’m in a much better mood.
On top of that, I’m learning new things in life: How to dope with more shit. I’m not going to go into it, because someone might actually /read/ this blog. God forbid. And then I wouldn’t want to have to explain myself out of a tight corner. Anyways, coping with shit – Not just your everyday shit, I’m talking good shit. Ever have to learn to deal with your own fucking moodswings? Ballsout happy one day then just fucking depressed the next? Well, yeah. I guess this is what it’s like for a woman….once a month. I’d shoot myself in the forehead repeatedly with an air-rifle if I had to deal with that shit all the time. Regardless, I’m back on the upswing now, though stilll massively depressed. Well, I’ve /always/ been a depressive, but this time it was especially bad. The older I get, the harder I crash when it happens. Oh well….Buddha would come and light himself on fire in front of me. Self Barbeque. And when I asked what the fuck he was doing, he’d most likely say “Making you deal with your shit.”
Well, I guess that’s what we do. Deal with our shit. But I have to say, I’m sooooooo glad I’ve got friends to help me this time, as it’s a bad one. Christi, Anna, Steve, Angie, Jeremy, Megan, Rachael, Larry, Joe….Thanks guys….even the ones who won’t read this. You guys don’t know how much I love you and respect you for helping me through my shit while still having to deal with your own. You’ll never know how much it means.
S