I live my life by certain rules. One of those rules is I don't stay friends with ex's. Things get complicated and I usually get hurt. I broke that rule with Amber. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that things got complicated and I got burned... bad. So tonight it's a bottle of tequila and some violent video games. Who’s with me?
As everyone who works at Print Makers is a Christian we are closing at noon today. Nothing like celebrating Good Friday with hours of afternoon video gaming.
War, Evil, Pain, Hurt, Anger, Depression, Anxiety. On a clear night I can look up at the sky and forget about these things. For the few minutes I stare at the stars I am completely free and utterly happy. I need to remember to do that more often.
Last night was the first night in a long time that I've slept next to a girl. She's blond, energetic, strong, four legged and named after an Indian. Also, she's a bed hog.
Had one of those up till 3 am playing trivial pursuit nights last night. You know the kind, where you decide around one in the morning that playing a game of trivial pursuit would be a good idea. But then around 1:30 or so you realize your brain has stopped working and answering questions becomes harder than normal. Despite that handicap team couch kicked ass.
After work today I'm going straight to my parents, where I will be staying for the next week. I'm house/dog sitting while my they visit my sister in California. So if you need to get a hold of me, don't try the apartment.
I wrote my first celebrity obituary last night. It came out more like a report than an obituary. I'm better with less famous people, there’s less information to pack in so I can make them more personal. I could see writing obits for a living. Too bad my sister didn't become a mortician we could have been quite the team.
I'm in a rotten mood today. Everything and everybody is pissing me off. I couldn't sleep last night and I ended up having an angry middle of the night conversation with Amber which didn't help my insomnia. Now I'm tired and cranky so watch out.
Not counting my California sabbatical, this is the first Journalism class I'm missing. I woke this morning and thought to myself. "What would be better than going to school today? I know, I'll stay home on the couch with a piercing headache behind my right eye and an upset stomach."