Self-esteem hits all time low, yet am managing to maintain very dim sense of smug superiority for very superficial reasons.
Despite everything, I can still find it in me to be an asshole.
Racking my brain for a new URL for what I think are obvious reasons after today’s blog content.
Trying to find something I posted about 2 years ago with no tags is proving nigh on impossible, guess I’ll have to just go through my whole blog ERGH do not want.
Wholeheartedly wishing I wasn’t back at work today - I love my job but my head is decidedly elsewhere.
I think if I could have this exact job and the same colleagues, but be somewhere far away that isn’t this fucking city, that would be perfect.
I wish I hadn’t wasted my holiday at my mother’s house. I wish I’d been out on the farm with no phone service the whole time. I wish I’d fucked off up the coast somewhere.
You know that guy from Into the Wild who burnt all his money and fucked off to live with the animals? Do you think he did that because someone broke his heart?
FUCK OFF
FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK
Additional New Year’s Resolutions - exercise greater self-control; stop holding others to enormous double standards; investigate hypnotherapy or Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind-style memory removal; otherwise find some other way to eradicate FUCKING FEELINGS. SO SICK OF HAVING FEELINGS.
Today’s hangover cure: Rookie Blue, strawberries, and about 50 litres of water.
Trying to do hangovers more healthily in 2012 - I’d usually be inhaling cheesy pasta like there’s no tomorrow.
Ever have one of those days where one thing happens and you cry and cry and cry in your car all the way home?
And then you look at your behaviour & reactions over the last couple of months and realise that you’re not doing anywhere near as well as you thought you were?
2 of my best friends are moving across the continent next week and I’ve noticed that I need them here more than I thought.
I know wine & weed & not sleeping & way too many cigarettes aren’t the way to self-medicate, but they’ve gotten me through the last little while; along with friends who see the funny side of crappy decisions without making me feel like a failure of a person.
2012 is going to be harder than I thought.
