Alright.
New Year's Resolution #1: (this is not in order of importance) post in this blog regularly.
So let's see here. Here is it December 15, 2008, approx. 9:57 p.m. What has 2008 brought Ms. Elizabeth Taylor?
Well, don't ask. It sucked. Although, what the hell. Let the whine-fest begin, memory gaps and all:
January: Shitty New Year's Eve, ended mind-bending relationship with J. (This is actually a good thing but really sucked at the time.) Met new fella A. And new fella B. Continued freaky health problem and money woes. Simon got very sick, about $1100 worth of sick.
February: Nothing significant. Continued with new fella A. Possibility of a move to goddamn Delaware with this guy. Yeah. I tell ya. Bi-polar much, Elizabeth? Continued freaky health problem and money woes.
March: V came for a visit. Fun, but I got sick. Not so fun. A and I broke up. That sucked. E was around luckily. Continued freaky health problem and money woes. Simon begins to crap for no apparent reason, forgetting his house-breaking skills.
April: Some asshole rear-ended my car on the street. Had it towed to a body shop since it wasn't drivable. $500 deductible. Did I mention money woes? Oh. The freaky health problem is approaching gargantuan proportions. Simon continues crapping. But, met B. That was nice. Bright spot.
May: Surgery for freaky health problem. Bill for that: $18,000. I pay $800. Simon continues crapping, money woes are coming to a head. Dear friend N moves to damn San Diego. B came for a visit: bright spot.
June: Don't remember June. Seriously. I don't remember a thing. Other than cleaning up dog diarrhea. Every day.
July: I don't know, it was hot. I cleaned up a lot of dog diarrhea. Every day after work. Every. single. day.
August: Simon is sicker. $1200 more. Nothing but poo and more poo with my boy. Resign myself to the fact that Simon will always have this problem and nothing the vet and I do will work. Money woes are getting completely out of hand. Have a lovely "breakdown" at work. Luckily, kept it to myself. Sorta. Start fantasizing about driving Simon and I off a cliff and ending the whole sad mess. See my old bankrutpcy lawyer boss. Get some good advice for free. Start working for him on the side for extra cash. Stop paying credit cards. N moves to the Middle East. (N, was it Aug or Sept?!)
September: Simon's health completely deteriorated within the month and I had to put him down. Reconsider suicide and that driving off a cliff idea. Can't handle the extra work for old lawyer boss. Freaky health problem begins to raise its ugly head again.
October: Start seeing E. Bright spot. Still depressed as hell over my dog. Decide to put off suicide. Freaky health problem takes a turn. Biopsy scheduled. Credit card companies start calling. A lot.
November: Get the flu. E is a very sucky boyfriend. Forgets my birthday. Biopsy following day. Break up with E. Decide suicide wasn't such a bad idea afterall but consider just staying in bed for a month and wondering how to plan for that. Biopsy results aren't good, schedule another procedure for Dec. Credit card companies want their damn money. Imagine that. They hate it when one of their hamsters jumps off the wheel.
December: Discover bankruptcy, death of a beloved pet of 8 years, and failed relationships aren't worth suicide, but not before C sends me a bamboo plant and makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Decide to ramble on my blog here about this year and think well hell, it wasn't so damn bad afterall.
That about sums it up. Give or take some details I chose to omit. Can't admit everything!
So let's see here. Here is it December 15, 2008, approx. 9:57 p.m. What has 2008 brought Ms. Elizabeth Taylor?
Well, don't ask. It sucked. Although, what the hell. Let the whine-fest begin, memory gaps and all:
January: Shitty New Year's Eve, ended mind-bending relationship with J. (This is actually a good thing but really sucked at the time.) Met new fella A. And new fella B. Continued freaky health problem and money woes. Simon got very sick, about $1100 worth of sick.
February: Nothing significant. Continued with new fella A. Possibility of a move to goddamn Delaware with this guy. Yeah. I tell ya. Bi-polar much, Elizabeth? Continued freaky health problem and money woes.
March: V came for a visit. Fun, but I got sick. Not so fun. A and I broke up. That sucked. E was around luckily. Continued freaky health problem and money woes. Simon begins to crap for no apparent reason, forgetting his house-breaking skills.
April: Some asshole rear-ended my car on the street. Had it towed to a body shop since it wasn't drivable. $500 deductible. Did I mention money woes? Oh. The freaky health problem is approaching gargantuan proportions. Simon continues crapping. But, met B. That was nice. Bright spot.
May: Surgery for freaky health problem. Bill for that: $18,000. I pay $800. Simon continues crapping, money woes are coming to a head. Dear friend N moves to damn San Diego. B came for a visit: bright spot.
June: Don't remember June. Seriously. I don't remember a thing. Other than cleaning up dog diarrhea. Every day.
July: I don't know, it was hot. I cleaned up a lot of dog diarrhea. Every day after work. Every. single. day.
August: Simon is sicker. $1200 more. Nothing but poo and more poo with my boy. Resign myself to the fact that Simon will always have this problem and nothing the vet and I do will work. Money woes are getting completely out of hand. Have a lovely "breakdown" at work. Luckily, kept it to myself. Sorta. Start fantasizing about driving Simon and I off a cliff and ending the whole sad mess. See my old bankrutpcy lawyer boss. Get some good advice for free. Start working for him on the side for extra cash. Stop paying credit cards. N moves to the Middle East. (N, was it Aug or Sept?!)
September: Simon's health completely deteriorated within the month and I had to put him down. Reconsider suicide and that driving off a cliff idea. Can't handle the extra work for old lawyer boss. Freaky health problem begins to raise its ugly head again.
October: Start seeing E. Bright spot. Still depressed as hell over my dog. Decide to put off suicide. Freaky health problem takes a turn. Biopsy scheduled. Credit card companies start calling. A lot.
November: Get the flu. E is a very sucky boyfriend. Forgets my birthday. Biopsy following day. Break up with E. Decide suicide wasn't such a bad idea afterall but consider just staying in bed for a month and wondering how to plan for that. Biopsy results aren't good, schedule another procedure for Dec. Credit card companies want their damn money. Imagine that. They hate it when one of their hamsters jumps off the wheel.
December: Discover bankruptcy, death of a beloved pet of 8 years, and failed relationships aren't worth suicide, but not before C sends me a bamboo plant and makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Decide to ramble on my blog here about this year and think well hell, it wasn't so damn bad afterall.
That about sums it up. Give or take some details I chose to omit. Can't admit everything!
1 Comments:
I left July 27th :-( I decided to send you a copy of "Secret" :-)
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