i miss you. so, so much.
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for a while, i’ve had this horrible sensation of floating aimlessly…and drowning.
i can’t explain it, and for the most part it’s just walls closing in on me constantly, i feel strangled and trapped. and lost.
my life is a fucking mess, really. everything i’ve ever wanted or everything i’ve ever tried to do is just so horribly fucked up and wrong. it’s all wrong. everything in my life is fucked up and wrong and i’ve lost a handle on how i can go about fixing it. but if i stop to ask myself, do i really care anymore anyway?
do i?
do i fuck…
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i can feel the summer slipping away from me (did it even start?) and at this point there’s absolutely nothing i can do about it. is this the worst? it definitely ranks high up there. i have a habit of having really shitty odd-numbered years, and this one so far is sticking to tradition.
i’ve been so consumed with work and shit that is both mentally draining and decidedly NOT fun. i thought i had more time for some obligations that are coming up in the fall, but already i’m staring down the barrel of that and let me tell you, it is not a very long barrel.
plus, i lead a completely lame and underwhelming life, so it seems a tad unfair that i’m so often overwhelmed by all this bullshit. and stress. i’ve got stress for days, son. and it is not even a little bit ok. plus, the weather has been complete bullshit lately (today, the air outside is chewy) and i have not had a single moment of outdoorsy summer fun. or really even some halfway decent sunshine. maybe it’s the vitamin d withdrawal that is making me so uber meh.
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this is the worst fucking weekend ever.
i hate everything about it. EVERYTHING!
bleh.
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everything that can go wrong today, IS FUCKING GOING WRONG. ugh.
- lost my id badge to get in the building (luckily the hotel manager found it
- couldn’t get the fucking elevator to work – no one ever told me you need after hours access for it
- couldn’t find the keys to the office
- nearly left my alarm code at the hotel
plus, i feel oogy as shit and have a very, very long day ahead of me. oh shit.
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we went to our house because it is in theory closing in july — for a motherfucking jalapenos? wtf is that shit? — and thus we’re trying to get as much delicious our house quality time in as possible.
i felt sickly and gross. but seriously, it was the only high point of an utterly abysmal weekend. i do feel a bit douchey going there so much when we haven’t been in forfuckingever because it feels lame. like, where were we when our house needed support, you know?
but i guess if the owner feels like he’s tired of kicking back and counting all his bar money, then there’s precious little any of us could have done.
still, my heart is breaking a little at the thought of a future without our house.
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this afternoon i had to frolic down to the tedeschi to get some desperately needed ginger ale and got an enthusiastic ‘hola mamà chula‘ from some random on the street.
i am not impressed. mostly because i feel/look like butt these days and also: ew, scuzzy street dudes.
at least in central square the hobos are too drunk to really harass you at all. everyone round here is so…
so…
mobile. or something. entirely too many people on boylston. almost all of them totally smack-able. sometimes i wish i were the hulk and could just go berserker down the street because, a.) it would be totally justifiable to have a ginormous ass if you’re the hulk and b.) i would get to HULK SMASH! endlessly. and it would be good.
plus, i have a monster headache.
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