and i'll hang like a star, fucking glow in the dark. for all those starving eyes to see.

Don't read the last few blogs except for the Prince Stephen story, they're lame and embarrassing. A healthy way of expression to be sure, but I sound like a puberty stricken, angsty teenager. Speaking of which, I wouldn't be a teenager again if you paid me. Perhaps if I had the knowledge I have now it wouldn't be so bad... but then again, I'd be surrounded by a bunch of stupid, inexperienced teenagers.. So. Perhaps not. Then again, I'm surrounded by stupid, inexperienced people on a regular basis so what would that change? you can't fix stupid.

I've found a new show to obsess about. I have a terrible addiction to historical fiction and it shows by the books I choose to read and the movies and television I choose to watch. [I didn't mean for that to rhyme, but it sounds kinda cool.] It's called Downton Abbey and it's a PBS show. Yeaaahhhh, I'm a nerd I know. But I can't rationalize wasting my time watching or reading something that doesn't have an iota of value to it. Something that I can't at least learn a little bit of something from. Like Jersey Shore. That show is the WORST idea in the history of bad ideas. If you watch it, stop watching it. You're destroying your brain cells and bringing down the collective IQ of this country. If you are hell bent on killing brain cells and dumbing yourself down, at least do it in a way that makes you feel good. Go get drunk or score some drugs or something. [No, I'm kidding. Don't do that, that's terrible.] But you see my point.

Sooo... Tax season is upon us and this year I have 4 W2's to sort through. Geez, that's sad. One of them is from the single unemployment check I received the first month I lived here. I think they took out a grand total of $4. HAH. That's out of an $84 check, mind. Stupid government. Ah, well. I'll be saying thank you government when I get my check back. It'll be a nice little bonus cushion to add to my bank account. Or not, my dad will probably take most of it. Siiiigh. The price of being an adult. Bills suck. If there was a way to actually explain to an 8 year old what exactly it means to be a grown up I would have never let it happen. At the least I would have never wanted it to happen so bad. It isn't so great to fall in love or have your own place to live or be able to eat whatever you want for dinner. Falling in love hurts and isn't as glamorous as it seems. It isn't like the faeire tales we read where you just know it in an instant and everything is bright and cheerful and you never hurt each other because you're so in love. We always hurt the ones we love most. It's because those feelings are there that it's possible. If they didn't love you enough to get hurt by your stupidity then they aren't worth having in the first place. It's what they do with that hurt that's important. In my experience, they almost always walk away... But. Whatevs. That's life. Having your own place to live just means bills to pay. Long hours, low pay, bills always coming. Thinking that having your own money means you can buy whatever you want, when you want, you are mistaken. Or you have entirely too much money at your disposal. Being able to eat whatever you want for dinner is occasionally a bonus. Not usually though. Because coming home after a long day of work you then have to make your own dinner. Or if you're too lazy to make dinner and you eat ice cream for a week straight, that's not exactly healthy...

bah. humbug.

I'll be working on my story more this afternoon and this evening. Expect an update sometime after work.