I think I have some sort of monthly “mood” cycle. Now is definitely the down slope. It has also been almost a year since the kickoff of my little emopacolypse, and I’m still recovering. I think I should just talk about absolutely anything else rather than travel down this road.
I do believe in a god with a wicked sense of humor. I decide to go to LA, and in the last couple of days life has conspired to make me rethink Atlanta. That’s really putting it more grandly than it deserves I think. Either way, as of right now it is still too little and too late. Life-altering decisions are fucking boss. It’s like a choose your own adventure book.
Well I hope it isn’t like a choose your own adventure book. I always die horribly in those. If I went to Atlanta I would have gotten a super job, married, and lived a life of travel and excitement?? I picked Los Angeles, so a space vampire hiding under my bed is going to eat me after I lose both my legs saving a kitten that has AIDS and bites me. The space vampire will also get AIDS, but he’ll give it to everyone I love out of spite. DAMN YOU CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE LIFE!!!!
I hated the space vampire. You couldn’t beat him. They just made up new powers for him so he could kill you no matter what. Vampires can’t do that!?! SPACE vampires can. Fuck space vampires! This is a little part of me that even my ex’s don’t know, but I really fucking hate vampires from space. I’m sorry I didn’t share that with some of you girls, but it was a part of me I wanted to protect you from.
Asshole cheating space vampire bullshit. I mean all the books were dumb. I’ve only won one choose your own adventure book. I played by choosing options that made it look like I wanted my young boy protagonist molested by a pedophelic old man who was working for a vampire. No matter how hard I tried to get that kid raped, he kept living. Eventually he just kills the vampire and gets the best ending. The book left me confused and a little shaken.
I think I’m going to miss Savannah. Some of my friends… most of my friends, actually, speak poorly of this town. I like it here. It’s pretty. I have friends here. I love the food. Moving is a little like death. That’s how I felt when I left Baltimore, and that’s sort of how I’m starting to feel again here. I’m going away, but life is going to keep on going here without me. It’s creepy. There’s nothing I can do about that besides like… burn the whole town to the ground. That may be over-reacting.
Cartoon is coming along. I’m working on the credits and little bits of text that require me to think up jokes… so there is very little work left, but I need to think of funny stuff and that can take a little while when I’m preoccupied pining over past lovers and being nostalgic about a town I haven’t left yet. I can be so hilariously lame sometimes.
Right now I just want these cartoons done, and to see what happens next. I’ve also had an awesome idea for a tattoo. It’s an old idea of mine, but now in horrible tattoo form.
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