I write here for myself to keep my thoughts organized about my personal uneventful life and everything
else in between. I speak Engrish for the most part. So if you're a judging close minded asshole or
excessively annoying grammar nazi - fuck you, shut up and go away. This is my place, my rules. Keep
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Saturday, November 5, 2011 @ 4:26 PM
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 So I decided to start another one of these things. I should or will probably end up locking a lot of entries for the sake of longevity and my conscience. I've never had a blog I've been completely honest in because I've always been paranoid that people I know or the few people I care about will come across it and get their feelings hurt. I couldn't care less what the rest of you assholes thing. It's pathetic because I should be writing for myself but I'm too busy worrying about what people think that I compulsively edit parts of my life and day to their satisfaction. Well, fuck it, I adore you but I'm tired of catering to your feelings. Hah, who am I kidding, I'm a wuss.  The whole purpose of keeping a blog to begin with was to organize my thoughts so it doesn't replay over and over again in my head until I go batshit crazy and god forbid, start cleaning again. It's easier on paper, but seriously who has the hand stamina for that. I get to page 2 and I'm already thinking "fuck it, fuck this, I don't care if you need to vent, my hands hurt and your handwriting is becoming shittier by the second." Then proceed to lay down and stare at the ceilings for another 6 hours hoping I can catch some sleep. So much more productive right? I imagine that if I didn't use cleaning as an escape or distraction, I'd probably end up living in the house like the Finches. Fucking awesome. Christmas tree all year round, I'm the complete opposite. I use to put up the Christmas tree about 2 days before Christmas. Mostly because mom would call me and yell at me to do it. "Whats the freaking point?" "Just stfu and do it, why is it so hard to get you to do anything?" "Well... it's a fucking waste of time, Christmas is in 3 days and it's not like we do anything for it anyway" "Just do it." and hangs up. That's an unfair win, you cheated. You didn't give me a chance to whine about it more. Resistance is futile but at least I can tell myself I tried. So I put up the fucking tree anyway. I imagine when its time for me to take it down, I should just burn it. I usually put off taking the tree down until February or March anyway. Speaking of Christmas, it's coming up in a couple of months. Not that there is anything I celebrate, but at least it'll be shiny and pretty. I can pretend I'm in a not so perfect wonderland while wandering the city. Not so perfect because it's always crowded with annoying tourists and persistent street salesmen trying to sell you spa packages. No thanks, I can pluck my eyebrows on my own plus I'm broke. It's okay, I don't blame them, they're just trying to make a living. Just try to make your living and leave me the fuck alone. Labels: beginning, christmas, me, ocd 1 Comments:
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