My therapist says

The sense of fucking irony of being able to say that will never get old.

I have to get better with writing. I have a bunch of things floating around in my weird head that need to be documented for the bemusement of future me. That is, if I survive this goddamn apocalypse we’re all living in. I haven’t written my story in months and A feels like someone I met in passing at the Cheesecake Factory three years ago.

Resigned my lease and now that I’m staying here for awhile I feel the need to Spring Clean and make room but the recent bad weather left me lazy (well, as lazy as I get) and I did something I swore I’d never do: I started watching Girls. It’s the most nauseating thing and I want to kick Lena Dunham in the throat with my flame boots. I watched it in a specific frame of mind and while I disagree with her existence on a primal level, sometimes I see myself in her and it makes me want to rip out my soul and bitchslap it. So yes, time for changes.

According to my therapist (Jesus Christ) I am currently in the stage of my life where I have two shoes and one of them is too tight and one is too loose. That’s all I’m going to say in here. I need to write in my private blog.

things that suck

-voodoo bbq has shut down, which fucking blows

-I need to stop watching Girls before I bleed out of my ears

-it’s too cold to swim

things that rule

-kicking ass at work

-I am starting to take pictures again

-a weight is off of my chest

-my credit looks better

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