How does the story end? With decapitation of course!

So today I finally snapped that I had a blog posted online, and then after many failed attempts to login, I got it to function properly. Anyhoot, the last time that I posted was last year, and many things have happened since then. But, at risk of pulling a “Doug” and recapping everything missed from the summer, I’m just going to blurt out whats on my mind… what exactly is on my mind, you say?

Well, I just really want to punch sooo many people in the face/balls. Maybe a slight stab to the shoulder blade will do. Usually the ideal spot for me to visualize hurting someone is in the eyes. Stabbing them quickly, with a very thin needle so that the pain jolts through their bodies. That’s not really something one should “blog” about, so nevermind… disregard that statement.

Main point of it all… I’m sick and tired of the people that I love being hurt by complete assholes. I wish there was something I could do about it, but heck, I’m not Bette Midler, and this is not The First Wives Club. This is real life, and in real life, people get burned, and you can’t save them.

Currently I am at my friend Josh’s apartment, and I’ll be staying with him for most of August. It’s strange not having a permanent place of residency. Every time I hang out in his room and it gets late, I start worrying about the long walk back to my apartment, only to remember that I don’t live there anymore. It’s a sad feeling, but also a really good one at the same time. I’m glad that I’ll never have to see one of my old roommates. Frankly, she can go fuck herself. She is no longer a part of my daily life, and its great. I’m just glad that I continued to enjoy myself and not let it bother me…..that much.

Right now Josh is singing about Annie getting her gun, and locking up people for murder. This is what happens when two people are up at 4am with no clear reason. Its secretly great though. I appreciate how the song came out of nowhere. If I had multiple personalities, he definitely would be one of the voices in my head taunting me at night, begging me to sing showtunes with elderly women on a carnival cruise. Ah, speaking of multiple personalities, I need to watch Season 2 of The United States of Tara. That was a good show.

Anyway, I’m losing my mind right now. The screen is starting to melt into one big bright blur, and Josh’s singing is making me question my existence. Someone should swat me like a fly to remind me of my mortality.

Goodnight.