Well, as I've been informed... I haven't blogged in a while. I know this, as I'm generally the one that types all this out, but sometimes... I guess I forget.

I awoke this morning with a huge headache. Huge. Like, the size of a small country. I hate headaches, mostly because I am reminded of the migraine days.

Oh, how I hate my past. I really really do. Haha.

I've been talking to my Aunt a lot about some things. We've been chatting a lot about family crap, and honest to god, I wish half of them were dead. My family has some of the biggest cunts in it in the world. There is too much stuff to even write down. She has a big problem that I don't like to talk about my family, and she thinks that it's going to lead to "a lot of couch time." A.K.A. Shrink visits.

I like to think otherwise. I do talk about them, and I can't help but laugh at the fuckers. I mean, if they're not your family, it's the stuff that sitcoms and soap operas are made of. Ugh. I just hate thinking about it.

Anyway, I did a lot of just that: thinking about the cunts. Oh, lord, I thought my head would explode. I needed a mental health day today, and I called out of work. I need to do better in school. I need to reorganize a lot of my life. And, I need to acknowledge that my aunt is right, and I need to stop bottling up the home shit.

Some of my closest friends are upset that I don't let them in, but truth be told, I don't let myself. I ignore a lot of stuff about my past. I forgive and forget, and those that are particularly heinous, or otherwise retarded, just get filed away never to be thought of again.

Until somethign opens the gate. And, when the gate opens, I'm a miserable fuck. And, it takes a wee bit of reflecting time.

I simply must get my act together.

Anyway, Erik visited and it was great. I haven't seen him in a while, and we didn't do much of anything... but we had a great time.

I've decided that I'm going to get a fake ID. But, not the Chinatown IDs. Like, a british drivers license. Some of the good IRA international terrorism shit. Leonard said he'd get me one. Yea... we're not an excentric family at all.

Oh, we picked up half a cow today. Because when we buy meat, we buy entire livestock, and have it slaughtered on a need basis. Oh, and we looked at Escalades and Navigators today. Yep... not excentric at all.

Gah, I'm done with this.

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