the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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00:34 + 11.07.2007 = a pitcher of beer and 3 jamesons on a fairly empty stomach.
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and this, THIS... i miss.
so.
i'm drunk. in my uni-town... the place where my mum lives... the place where the majority of my things are in storage... if not my immediate possession.
i call my ex's best friend, who is probably having the night i planned on having. i leave rambling message about current situation... [metro-area homeless, hating job-ness].
then i call the ex... who SO inconsiderately has the audacity to actually [for once] answer my call... i vent, drunkenly ramble, get a questionable "i'm sorry" in form of "empathy"... who then says, "i'm sorry, i have to let you go... i have somebody coming over."
okej. that's fine. i wasn't expecting you to answer. good for you. i'm fucking half of minneapolis at the moment. ...that's my thoughts.
but seriously...
i can't stay at my sister's place due to passive-aggressive,stalking, infringing upon renters' rights landlord... so i'm pretty much home/couch-less until august 1st. my closest, bestest friend lives 337 miles away, and i've already vented to him.
i'm clearly at a crossroads. i want one thing constant--one thing consistent. and apparently all that is (at the moment), is VERY angry/bitter songs about the two people at my job that are ruining everything good about said-job.
but the point is, people wonder how i'm "so strong"...
answer: it's a combination of stoicism and alcohol... i'm AWESOME at being solitary. [and can drink anyone under the table.]
and so the ex has someone coming over.
[[someone's in for some very disappointing sex! ...but you didn't here that from me.]]
i'll be living beneath him in 21-days' time; i'll be controlling his internetability, even!
i'll be fine. i'm always fine. i'm phoenix-like when it comes to "fine." i'll sleep in my car in public parking lots if i have to do-so...
but MOST! to the point... aside from the last two nights... i'm pretty damn certain that i've been getting WAY more laid than the bartender [ex].
cos i'm cuter. i'm smarter. i'm better than you in every way, motherfucker.
--"jumped the shark." herr.pojke.
[[and i hope there weren't any typos... i'm far TOO wasted to be journaling.]]
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