Tally
My life sucks. And this time I have actual proof. I tallied it up. And there's a lot of stuff in the "Gee You Have A Shitty Life" column.
My DVD burner isn't working. It's brand new. Tech support is useless. I need to copy my films ASAP so I'll have a reel to show people. I need copies by Jan. 31.
My feet are fucked up. Physical therapy starts tomorrow. Plus I'm sick.
Gran is possibly on her death bed 1000 miles away, and dear ol' dad sent an E-MAIL to let me know. Thanks pop. Thoughtful.
France rejected me for their hoity-toity film program. Fuckin frogs.
Bitterness is starting to set in. You'll get used to it--I did.
My ex (you know, the one that shattered my heart into a million pieces but I still love anyway, even though he just wants to be friends because he's still in love with an ex who was soooo great that his memory of her was enough to get him to dump me without a second thought) seems to have more fun with lesbians than me. And he doesn't want me near the cabin in the woods ever again. But then again, I get the feeling I won't be near the cabin by the beach anytime soon either. And then he'll leave altogether like he always wanted, and I'll be long forgotten. But at least I'll still have my broken heart, right?
How did I end up so cursed? I'm sure there are plenty of things that could still go wrong at this point, but I'm having a hard time thinking of things that could be worse than this.
My DVD burner isn't working. It's brand new. Tech support is useless. I need to copy my films ASAP so I'll have a reel to show people. I need copies by Jan. 31.
My feet are fucked up. Physical therapy starts tomorrow. Plus I'm sick.
Gran is possibly on her death bed 1000 miles away, and dear ol' dad sent an E-MAIL to let me know. Thanks pop. Thoughtful.
France rejected me for their hoity-toity film program. Fuckin frogs.
Bitterness is starting to set in. You'll get used to it--I did.
My ex (you know, the one that shattered my heart into a million pieces but I still love anyway, even though he just wants to be friends because he's still in love with an ex who was soooo great that his memory of her was enough to get him to dump me without a second thought) seems to have more fun with lesbians than me. And he doesn't want me near the cabin in the woods ever again. But then again, I get the feeling I won't be near the cabin by the beach anytime soon either. And then he'll leave altogether like he always wanted, and I'll be long forgotten. But at least I'll still have my broken heart, right?
How did I end up so cursed? I'm sure there are plenty of things that could still go wrong at this point, but I'm having a hard time thinking of things that could be worse than this.
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