Wow. that journal entry was fucken exciting, I guess.
Maybe this one will be more so.
Tomorrow I turn 25. Should be excited, I guess, birthday 'n'all, but really, I'm just scared shitless.
Thought I was OK with it until a few days ago, when the random neurotic episodes came back. I have gotten pretty good at psychoanalyzing myself over the past few years, and realize that whenever I'm scared to death about something stupid, I'm really just afraid of what's coming up in my life.
Because. after all, 25 seems so old. Five years til thirty. Time to get the hell out of my parents' house, out of South Carolina, away from people I've known since high school (even if I do love some of them dearly) and onto my own life. And on track to do something I want to do. Not 100% sure what exactly that is, but I'm working on it. Kim wants to expand the magazine, starting with Austin, and I'd certainly like to live in Austin, so maybe...
All I know is that I've got a swollen gland/lymph node/whateverthefuck thing under my jaw on one side and I'll be damned if I'm going to get sick before all the stuff I've got planned for this week goes down. I only turn a quarter-century once, and I plan to enjoy it even if that means drinking alone tomorrow night.
Two specific people will get their asses kicked if they bail on me tomorrow night.
Maybe this one will be more so.
Tomorrow I turn 25. Should be excited, I guess, birthday 'n'all, but really, I'm just scared shitless.
Thought I was OK with it until a few days ago, when the random neurotic episodes came back. I have gotten pretty good at psychoanalyzing myself over the past few years, and realize that whenever I'm scared to death about something stupid, I'm really just afraid of what's coming up in my life.
Because. after all, 25 seems so old. Five years til thirty. Time to get the hell out of my parents' house, out of South Carolina, away from people I've known since high school (even if I do love some of them dearly) and onto my own life. And on track to do something I want to do. Not 100% sure what exactly that is, but I'm working on it. Kim wants to expand the magazine, starting with Austin, and I'd certainly like to live in Austin, so maybe...
All I know is that I've got a swollen gland/lymph node/whateverthefuck thing under my jaw on one side and I'll be damned if I'm going to get sick before all the stuff I've got planned for this week goes down. I only turn a quarter-century once, and I plan to enjoy it even if that means drinking alone tomorrow night.
Two specific people will get their asses kicked if they bail on me tomorrow night.
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yeah. i do.
awesome.
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you sound like me. only, i'm not in south carolina.
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get that lymph node looked at if the swelling goes down. i got one of those fuckers a bunch of years ago and it turned out i had fucking contracted MONO and STREP THROAT...
AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME!!!!
oh man, it was so bad, i kept falling asleep and waking myself up everytime i swallowed cuz it hurt so bad, but i was so tired... oh, so lame.
i hope you are all better and nothing is wrong