a year ago today, my ex-boyfriend was killed. by a
drunk driver, shockingly enough.
so i am home,
safe inside, drinking
champagne, thinking about how fucking lucky i am. and i don't need anything right now. tonight,
i'm just happy i'm alive. i made it this long, and, moreover, things are good. i'm not failing out of school,
i'm not pregnant, i'm not sick or
psychologically fucked up. i'm sitting here in a warm house, in front of a nice computer, with friends close by. i feel peaceful.
mwah.
resolutions:
i will stop trying to be less than i am.
i will find a way to
be young without
being excessively stupid.
i will
drink a lot and smoke a lot and eat food that tastes good, no matter how bad for me it is, and have
great sex and make stupid art and
watch clouds go by when i need to because immortality and
survival of the fittest are pointless if you're not enjoying yourself.
i will try and
be nice.
the end.