361 days. What the fuck?!
The reason why I wrote this heading is because life gave me so many fucking lemons it wasn’t so funny at all. I can’t believe that I put off blogging for that amount of time. I dont want to remember the bullshit I put people through in 2011. I’m also lucky for this truth: As much as I didn’t want to decide 5.5 years ago… I may never have his trust ever again, but I’m so fucking sorry for having a crush on my own high school choir teacher. My grandma was so fucking right. If I were given the choice between doing high school all over again and being in Hell’s Kitchen in CA for dinner….I’d pick Hell’s Kitchen. Fuck my fantasies of what should’ve happened. I made my fucking deathbed….I deserve to lie in that motherfucker. Period.
Now that I let bygones be bygones, I can update. I started a video blog on my ex-boyfriend’s 24th birthday, the day my current boyfriend, James, broke up with me. I was so fucking heartbroken. That breakup didn’t last, however: Jamesy + I are still together. The fucked-up part: He was born 5 months, 1 week, 6 days after me, but that ain’t no big deal.
For my 24th….I got a Chi named Otis. 4 weeks + 1 day before I turned 24. Sometime after that, in July, a Maltese named Bernie, came into my life. I’m now a pet parent. This is a healthier distraction in the course of 5 months, a week and 3 days than the fucking past could ever give me. Right now, as I’m writing, Otis is sleeping on my lap, while Bernie is sleeping in front of my bedroom door.
I have a job with my 69-year-old neighbor, George, as of my 24th birthday. It’s great.
Also I started a YouTube reading series, Literature is Medicine. The current book for the pilot is Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, whose latest book will be out by 11/29.
I’m getting back to the normal before all the bullshit ever happened. Slowly, but surely.
I can’t think of anything else to write about, so I’m going to sign off for now.