Mixed Suffering.

It's been a weird fucking weekend. I can't take any more of this up and down shit. I don't like this ride. I want off.

First things first. I fucking hate Second Life. Whoever invented it deserves to be shot. It's fucking stupid and childish and I really don't understand how people get SO OBSESSED with this asinine foolishness. Is it because your first life is so lame that you have to create this whole other cyber world to hide in 24/7 like a total loser? Christ, if my life was truly that bad, Second Life would probably be that final kick in the proverbial nuts for me. I hate the world for having such a monstrosity in it. J, honey, I love you with my whole heart, but I swear to god I'm going call A&E and stage an Intervention on your ass.

Moving right along. Amy, I love you!!! Love love love love! I love that I get to work with you and all the girls again. I love that you guys took me to Flex on Saturday to watch the drag show. I love that you guys got me plastered. I love that I didn't even realize how annihilated I was until I was sitting at the table and forgot for a moment that I was sitting on a stool with no back on it. I love that I was so leveled that when I got home I passed out with all my clothes including my shoes still on. I love that I woke up Sunday morning and went to church with a hangover gift-wrapped from hell. These are the moments I live for.

And now for my second order of negativity. Wendy's. Now I hate useless complaining as much as the next person, but this is BIG. Me, J, and Dennis ordered from Wendy's on Sunday night. Here was my tantrum upon unwrapping my food: " Dude. Wendy's fucked up my burger! OMG my night is ruined! WTF PLEASE someone help me in my time of NEED!" Yes, I said OMG and WTF. Hey, I never said I was a professional drama queen.

Now yesterday was a good day. The weather was decent, I got to sleep the majority of my day away, and I sat in the spa last night at Amy's, smoked cigarettes, and downed a pint of Caramel Machiatto ice cream. And then I come home to find out that my Gramma is leaving. Moving away from me after living a block away for the last 26 years of my life. Ouch. Every time I think about this fact I want to lay on the floor and cry while sucking my thumb. Yes, I am a grown woman, but damn it all, this just sucks.

To everyone out there, quit idolizing celebrities and obsessing over things you can't have and praise the real people in your life. Let them know you love them because they can disappear in the blink of an eye, and that cuts deeper than anything.

Thus endeth my sermon.