One hell of a year... leaving me so chalk full of brain candies that I don't even know where to begin.
This was not the year I recieved a golden unicorn atop of a marble cadilac. This was not the year the I moonwalked from Denver to Berlin. This will not be the year I solve all of my problems.
This is the year I turned thirty. This will be the year I go back to school. This will be the year I crawl out of my drunken depression and start living life again.
I have to give a fond adiou to riding around in a hazy stupor on the back of a mo-ped with a Miller Lite 12 pack helmet. It is time I say goodbye to awaking next to strange men and introducing myself with my new black eye. I will let go, and always remember, all the couches beds floors and dashboards I have relieved myself on. It has come to the ripe point in my life that I feel it is necessary to put down my red smearing lipstick and party moomoo and focus on the functioning outfits that hang in my closet(by closet I mean bedroom floor... and hanging more in the sense of just hangin' out.).
My head is so full right now and I want to write everything down but due to the fact that I suffer from the disease of wanting immediate results my writing is coming out like...
To whom it may concern:
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Angstrom Niagurala
executive council to the family
Which is incidentally the exact same email I recieved from some family member in Africa who wanted my bank account info. In light of my new being I immediately forwarded the proper information to this lost family of mine. I can't wait to lunch with my cousin/uncle. I guess I am just going to tranfer his 10 billion dollars into my account so he can come over here to the states to live. He said he'd compensate me for helping him but, man, he's family. I'm just glad I was able to help. I wonder if we look alike at all? To think all this time I've lived unaware to the fact that I had family overseas. Who knew. Things are really starting to look up for me now.
I can feel myself slowing down a bit, unwinding. It feels sad and good to not be so wound tight. I feel like I have been sprinting, running fro so long and not breathing. Then my chest got so tight that I had to just stop, fall to the ground. Now I am just taking these really long deep breaths and soon I will be able stand up and start walking and then one day I will be able to jog. Then somewhere in the future, after the extensive knee surgerys, I may be able to run again.
Till then my friends.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
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2 comments:
Boner Hill....
I miss you as well old chap why don't you give me a freakin' call?
Dang.
Helloooo!
We, Miss, will always have the ubiquitous saltine cracker..
I will be sending you such via air mail soon.
Because they are hard to come by, and I know where to get saltines on the black market (did I tell you?). Anyway, it's worth the risk/ repercussions to get a saltine to you..
(Do they have saltines in LA yet?)
Love you!!!!!
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