Been on an emotional rollercoaster as of late
While the rest of the world is off being happy, I'm sitting in the dark waiting for 3 spirits to visit me in the middle of the night.
I've been trying so hard to recall the fucked up Christmas memories and have Post Drafts a plenty waiting be to completed.
Shit like this really gets to you when you think back and recall as many details as possible.
It's like forcing opening a wound that was stitched up, fucking around with the thread and shit.
It REALLY hurts.
What does it matter, thou...It's not like anyone's reading this blog lately, or ARE they and they're just not leaving comments?
Well, like I said, everything is working out for everyone around me...online and otherwise.
Irene's on cloud nine and we barely IM anymore...JOE is spending a nice Christmas in Jacksonville for the first time...The Bastard brought the Nintendo Wii for his son (and himself, of course), KimmyK battles germs but I'm sure she's happy as a Who from Whoville about the upcoming holidays
I can't leave comments on FIRE5's blog for some god-forsaken reason which means he's having a blast tinkering with it, change templates or two every-so-often...
I think the UP side for me is that work is getting better, the machine has finally been tamed and mastered, so long I keep the extra maintenance up, although I am getting weird stares by everyone who sees me bringing in cotton swabs...
There's so much crap I wanna do during the day, and I'm doing it, little by little...
I wanna get my place presentable so I can have escorts coming to MY place whenever I feel the itch...MOM's getting all Christmas Kooky putting up decorations and stuff.
Gotta treat myself this friday, my last two fridays have been crazy ass adventures (The Couch and Chirstmas shopping with Mom and Psycho-Sis), fuck that, I need some ME-TIME! Go to Tower Records in Lincoln Center before it closes, hit the Virgin Megastore, see a movie, browse around Barnes and Noble, hit the Seaport, just to walk around...
I just hope it doesn't fucking rain...
I think I've cursed too many times on this fucking post...
shit
damn.
Ah, well.
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At 1:08 PM,
kimmyk said…
You say you're trying to remember fucked up things. Why? Things like that Jet [the things that make you shake your head and wonder 'why me?' are things best left tucked away.
The holidays I love. But they stress me out every year. The only thing about the holidays I like really Jet are the lights. I'm like a 5 year old when it comes to them. I'm mesmerized. But really, the rest of the time-it's probably much like yours.
Don't dwell on the bad shit-just know you don't want to repeat them and keep on keeping on.
I hate to think of ya down. Tell me about your mom-what's she doin. Do y'all exchange gifts? Are you done shopping? I haven't even started yet. I hate that Christmas seems to be about gifts. Bah humbug!
Is your sister still a lesbian or did she go back to batting for the other team? Not that it matters, I just find that odd, but I guess that's how it usually comes down huh? What's up with the girl?
Get back to me. I'll be waiting for the answers to all these important questions. {rolling my eyes}
Oh, I can't leave comments on FS5's blog either under my kimmyk name.
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