Today I just feel incredibly blessed. I don’t use that word a lot, but I will today. I’m out of my nightmare apartment situation. Still have some cleaning and work to do, but I’m officially out. Now I’m here at my sister’s, with people that love me and want to help me. My cat is maybe upset from all the babies and cats and people, but I’m just grateful to be somewhere safe where I am able to have my cat so she can be angry about it to begin with.
At this point I think it would be less painful for the Bruins to not make playoffs at all and to start fixing their problems. Injuries old age and a lack of weight on their offense is keeping them from working together as a team and I’ve seen sloppy passes cost them control way too many times. It’d be rough to watch them luck in to a playoff spot and see what a mess they have to go through to try and compete.
Favorite song. Favorite version. The Beatles are great, but this version just does it for me, man.
"How you gonna get up if you ain’t never been down? How you gonna move on if you ain’t ever had enough?"
— Every Time I Die; Easy Tiger
I’m going to get everything back on track.
I’m gonna start dressing up nice just because I feel like it.
I’m going to fill sketchbooks with nonsense and notebooks with lists upon lists.
I’m going to save and buy the things I need to get back in to design.
I’m going to listen to Chet Baker and smoke cigarettes and not care how much I look like a douchebag.
I’m going to get a new apartment and I’m going to live alone so I can belt show tunes in my boxers and still give no fucks.
I’m not going to rely on anyone that I can’t rely on.
I’m going to get everything back on track
2014
Was told I make too much for food stamps.
Still have to pay for health insurance though. By law.
Got robbed and lost a lot. Some unreplaceables.
My best friend/roommate finally moved home to start his adult life.
I owe him money, but he never brings it up.
Gave a friend/coworker a place to live.
He abandoned me with no notice. Left me with more bills than I could pay.
And talked a lot of shit about me afterwards.
And, oh yeah, he sent his mommy to collect his things because he’s a coward.
Had my debit card number stolen. Not once.
Three times.
Lost my health insurance. Defaulted on student loans.
Government fined me because, like I said, HAVE to pay for insurance.
Watched my friends do cool shit. Snowboarding, going to shows, travelling.
Not me though. Who can afford it?
Got harassed by the cops for looking a little alternative.
Had a handful of panic attacks.
Got a mean flea infestation… lol…
In debt. Alone. Poorer than I was the year before.
But I will never. Never. Stay down.
One day I will write an autobiography. And everyone will call me a liar. Have fun in Florida, dad.
"Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other."
— http://thoughtcatalog.com/gaby-dunn/2012/05/maybe-in-another-universe-i-deserve-you/
