There may be some changes around here. Although I go through shit and will still continue to vent it here, it would be nice if it got a little more positive. I'm sure not too many people read my internet dribble anyway, but hey, its my internet dribble and I like it.
As explained to TH the other day in a Google chat, "i am going insane on one hand and compeltely and totally happy on the other." Sounds weird but it is my reality. One person in my life is making it as hellish as possible. I'm not sure if she knows she's doing that or if she just doesn't care because it allows her to get her way (that's the one I'm voting on) but its crazy. I really am done whenever I manage to leave. And then there's this other person. I've been such a happy little sickening puppy since I've been around him (I know, I know, again?) and I can't help it. Spending time with him makes it feel like time is standing still and rapidly accelerating all at the same time. Its nice to be around a person who makes me feel that way. Who loves me. And likes to tell me. (I like to hear it.)
*sidebar* My freshly laundered blanket almost makes me horny. I know, TMI, but whatever. If I had a washer and dryer in my possession my water and power bills would be astronomical because any and every time my bed and bath linens weren't as fresh as I wanted them to be I'd wash them. Not to mention I just put on Snuggle fresh snuggly pajamas. Maybe I should work in or open a cleaners or something. Clean laundry is the most awesome smell in the world. Part of my community service (will not be explained, so don't ask) was washing homeless guys' clothes and I swear to whoever it was the easiest and most rewarding thing I have EVER done. I got to sit in a room all night watching movies and eating snacks and doing laundry and a bunch of guys who already have life hard enough got clean drawls (yep. drawls.) out of it. I'm weird. *sidebar over*
Anyway, I'm going to be happy if I have to push happiness up my ass and vomit it out. Yep. Gross. I'm tired of being mad. I'm tired of being sad. I'm tired of clinical depression. I'll write it and it'll be over. Because....read the title.
(Yeah. Right.)
G'Night.
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