it’s friday
*sigh*
god, i’m miserable. this week has been awful, just fucking awful. remember all that dog biting business from a couple weeks ago? my medical bills (after insurance) have so far totaled $1300. that was money i was saving so that i could finally move on with my life and leave nashville. now, it’s all up in the air. and that stinks.
but you dont’ care. why should you? why should anyone care about me, really?
let’s review this god-awful week:
- cortney tidwell played my favorite song of hers. but she was probably planning on playing it anyway. it’s not like she saw me enter the record store and thought, ‘oh, there’s carl – i’m gonna play that song that he likes so much because it’ll make him happy and i think he’s great’. that’s not what she thought at all. i mean nothing to her and i never will. i’m not great at anything.
- ben kicked off a new feature by reviewing an old grateful dead record. ben’s a great writer. makes my writing look like shit. really, i don’t know why i bother.
- i phoned it in on wednesday by shooting off 3 quick posts on depeche mode, andrew bird, and whatever the fuck this was. meanwhile, at least 57 people died in an earthquake in indonesia. i know exactly how they feel.
- if tyge had not written this terrific piece about mewithoutYou, nothing would have been posted on thursday. nothing – just like my life’s worth.
- writing about work somehow managed to cheer me up briefly. how fucking stupid.
it’s a 3-day weekend for most of you. not me – i have to work on monday. if you’re luckier than me, then i hope you make the most of your weekend. go outside – enjoy these last breaths of summertime.
i’ll be staying inside, festering in the fatty juices of my sad, pathetic life.
*sigh*
i’m so lonely.
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