...much like pushing a car up Giant's Despair.
This summer has been quite the topsy turvy whirlwind I oft try to avoid. I had a Wilmington stay-cay at the hospital after a cavalry of ridiculous circumstances lined up into perfect battle formation against my immune system. 105 outside while working( dental cleaning+ beach music)x(stressful altercations + bruised cheek)= h.s thompson week of pain meds and iv cocktails and no northward adventuring to the philadelphia. bwah.
the good:
-feeling better aside from some poison ivy
-books galore
-mixed cds
-painting with a learning curve
-round two of surgery paid off
-sent payment for a 1986 honda accord w 48,766 original miles
-birthday week is sneaking in
the bad:
-8g in medical bills
-the seller of the car is acting sketch...
-trust level with the biped males of my species is waning
-birthday week= family is visiting
the ugly
-after the whole turmoil with "the boy" the self esteem is in the compost. but "self deprecation, is a boring hand, you're just bringin everyone down man"...sometimes, you just have to toss it all into the void.
..::anonymous venting complete::...
~m
ps. giants despair= a massive mountainous hill located in nepa near wherest the typer grew up
