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A version of me has been here before. Not this version. |
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This is my......bazillionth blog. Maybe it will last... Wish in one hand... |
| When I was on WDC in my last life I was rude, hateful, and epically impatient. If that sort of shit doesn’t float your boat then…surprise!...you aren’t gonna like me this time around. The best I can place it would be something like….Kid A was maybe a third grader. I can definitely remember a few blog posts about her and the thumpers at the school, and second grade is when all of that began. Which would make it a super fun-filled eight years ago. Maybe. I don’t know. Time flies when you’re having fun and time has been fucking creeping. There is still a Kid A and also still a Kid B. This is where people in my life would expect a joke about the urge to put them in a box like puppies and leave it on the corner, but I’m no fool, their constant bitching at each other would mean no one would take the box. Nah, the truth is that they are gross best friends. The face my sister makes me make just doesn’t understand how they could possibly enjoy each other so very much. It is like being on a heartwarming version of The Twilight Zone….weirdly surreal. There is still a Husband A. I can’t seem to shake him, despite making it clear I constantly want to dick-kick him. This whole…place shit on a timeline of the despondency of your life exercise is making me feel old and miserable and motivated to turn up the cuntiness that pervades my daily life. My misery collects company and fucking hates timelines. (Absolutely the antithesis of the happy version of me who fucking hates company and loves a good timeline.) Are there good things that have happened that I could put here? Yeah probably. Are there more shitty things? Yeah definitely. If I don’t do the blogging challenges on here then all I will do is get on every day (hahahahahaha every day) and write a variation of fuck the world, progressively becoming more succinct until I get on and simply type fuck the world. But not today. I took a little break, as I am wont to do, to see if I had anything else to say and all that happened was my car died at the high school. Now that I cooked my rage in freezing temperatures, I find that I don't. I don’t have anything else to say. That’s all the fun introduction there’s gonna be. The rest of that shit will steadily leak out - trust me. |
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