Well, first off, I got a coffee table. I helped my little brother move on Saturday and he didn't have room for it, so I got it. I need to work on it a bit to make the legs more stable and maybe put a 2x4 underneath the tabletop to brace things a bit, but it's otherwise decent.
By the by, after spending the day with my FtM transgendered little brother, his FtM friend Johnnie, and a drag performer, do you have any idea how hard it is to keep gender pronouns straight? (pun intended)
2ndly, as a fair well to the illusion of a life that has been the past two years or so, I'm having a bachelor's party on Saturday. Nothing special, mainly just an excuse to get piss steaming drunk and be loud and raucous in a nice, smartassed "fuck you" to the fact that Sunday would've been my wedding day. Yes, this Sunday was supposed to be all my friends and family in Ren-wear watching me get married to a girl who I loved. Now? Even though I'm still a bit lonely, I'm quite happily living by myself, feeling happier/healthier/more confident than ever (except when woken out of deep sleep at 4:30am by a screaming voice on the other end of my phone accusing me of stealing a cable from her dvd player to piss her off) and am honestly glad that things are the way they are...'cept for the aformentioned screaming.
Anyhoozle, all are welcome to join in on the alcohol poisoning. No concrete plans as of yet other than the aforementioned heavy consumption of alcohol. If all else fails, I'll kick back here and watch movies and get drunk with a few friends.
Finally, I've realized a couple of things. 1) Yes, I was smoking as much pot as I could get my hands on there for a bit. But you know what? Now that I'm living on my own, I have no real desire to do it. It really was just an escape from the pain I was going through. I'd say "pain killer", but I learned from my mistake the last time I used that phrase.
2) Cigarettes really *are* extremely addictive. After a rough night at the old apartment, I got a pack of Malboro reds and smoked them, not really inhaling and more using the physical action as the stress relief. That moved on to inhaling. First couple of days away from them, I had really strong cravings. I'm better now, and like pot, I don't really even desire to do it anymore.
3) Hindsight really is 50/50. I realize now alot of fucked up things that I didn't see before.
By the by, after spending the day with my FtM transgendered little brother, his FtM friend Johnnie, and a drag performer, do you have any idea how hard it is to keep gender pronouns straight? (pun intended)
2ndly, as a fair well to the illusion of a life that has been the past two years or so, I'm having a bachelor's party on Saturday. Nothing special, mainly just an excuse to get piss steaming drunk and be loud and raucous in a nice, smartassed "fuck you" to the fact that Sunday would've been my wedding day. Yes, this Sunday was supposed to be all my friends and family in Ren-wear watching me get married to a girl who I loved. Now? Even though I'm still a bit lonely, I'm quite happily living by myself, feeling happier/healthier/more confident than ever (except when woken out of deep sleep at 4:30am by a screaming voice on the other end of my phone accusing me of stealing a cable from her dvd player to piss her off) and am honestly glad that things are the way they are...'cept for the aformentioned screaming.
Anyhoozle, all are welcome to join in on the alcohol poisoning. No concrete plans as of yet other than the aforementioned heavy consumption of alcohol. If all else fails, I'll kick back here and watch movies and get drunk with a few friends.
Finally, I've realized a couple of things. 1) Yes, I was smoking as much pot as I could get my hands on there for a bit. But you know what? Now that I'm living on my own, I have no real desire to do it. It really was just an escape from the pain I was going through. I'd say "pain killer", but I learned from my mistake the last time I used that phrase.
2) Cigarettes really *are* extremely addictive. After a rough night at the old apartment, I got a pack of Malboro reds and smoked them, not really inhaling and more using the physical action as the stress relief. That moved on to inhaling. First couple of days away from them, I had really strong cravings. I'm better now, and like pot, I don't really even desire to do it anymore.
3) Hindsight really is 50/50. I realize now alot of fucked up things that I didn't see before.
starbuck42:
This is the second dog that I've lost since I moved off to college. I feel so guilty for not being there when it happened. My mom won't stay with them after the vet pulls out the needle. I don't want them to be alone.
dreu:
Marlboro reds are what I smoked when I felt like one in high school and college. They are awesome as far as cigarettes go, to a non-smoker - very macho.