It's Time To Stop, Drop, and Rock and Roll

Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 2:30 AM

I started posting a picture everyday to keep the blog going while I did the nanowrimo but I gave up on that a week or two in. I really just have nothing to write about. Even what makes me happy doesn't interest me much anymore (besides Thunder, of course, and the dog) and if I don't want to write about it, why would anyone care to read?

My body is falling apart at the seems. I thought I had an ulcer but maybe it's just the drugs catching up with me. My jaw hurts every other day and I keep getting stabbing pains in my back that make me jump.

My best friend is making plans to move to Philadelphia in June in order to go to wrestling school and he wants me to come along. If not to be a wrestler, than a referee or manager, or just to come live and help pay rent. If so, I will be trained by Mike Quackenbush and Chris Hero, two very big names on the indie scene. I'm young and eager and want to leave this open as a possibility but I also think it's silly going without wanting to do it 100 percent.

I also haven't been in the best of spirits as of late. My sister and her family moved in not too long ago and while I miss them, I don't want them here. Just because you've been fucked is no excuse for being fucked up.

Don't get me wrong, I feel sorry for her. Cancer is a nasty habit. But having it doesn't make her exempt from taking blame for all she does to people. I think I'm a very kind person when it comes to most people. I'll do anything you ask as long as you say thanks afterwards. But am I a bad person for not letting my family walk all over me?

Since it's month 12, I plan on putting together some top ten lists in the upcoming days. Expect those. And bitch me out if they're not up.