I'm calling it - 2007 has been the worst year of my life. It's official. And it started with such sweet promise. Let's recap, vaguely.
DELETED
I got about half way through the list and decided I shouldn't post such a thing. You don't care and I should be moving on. Anyway, it's been a rough one. Here I am, though, blogging away. This is my life. This is what I do. Even when I greatly improve it, assuming I do, it's still going to be the same thing, right? This is why I told Eric to sign me up for a year of eHarmony for Christmas because, really... what the fuck else am I going to do? I have to at least try to get a girlfriend in 2008, right? I've never really tried such a thing, but it's time, homie. Kiss me, Little Juan. I would be good with a girlfriend. I doubt anyone believes this, but it's true.
2008 has to be great. It has to. I will move, which is the wild card since I'll be getting some serious lonesome in the City on the Make, but it will be better than this and it will surely be better than Columbia based on the movie theaters alone. I will just need to make some friends. I can do that if I allow myself to talk to strangers. I can convince people to like me quickly as long as I pick the right people. Others don't realize I'm cool for several weeks/months, unfortunately. So that will be some kind of adventure in it's own right. I'm probably going to go to the Insub. Fest in June which will be cool. And if Eric's living in Maryland I'll get to stay with him. And I get to go to Alaska for Eric's wedding in August which will also be awesome. Just one of those things murders every good thing that's happened to me this year. Well, maybe not everything, but a lot of the good things that happened this year are immediately connected to really shitty things, so that's no fun. I think I had hoped that losing weight would be more fun than it is. It's not fun, it's boring. I don't think any girls are going to want to fuck me more at, say, 180 than they would want to at 240. I'm too weird looking, regardless. I do feel healthier, though. I can run around and stuff pretty easily. I'll be in good sprinting-away-from-muggers-shape, maybe.
So, even though it's only October, I want to offer up a big fuck you to 2007, death, social anxiety, chronic depression, and New York City. You've all been a dagger in my guts for the past ten months. I've taken it from all different directions multiple times from each and everyone of you. Leave me alone already.
Monday, October 29, 2007
The Worst Year of My Life
Posted by David at 3:33 PM
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
7 Comments:
eharmony is a weird christian site- please use a different one that allows for gays to join and mixed race couples.
and yeah, f 2007 right in it's ear.
-crystal
2007 was a shitty, shitty year for everyone. Honestly, think about it -- have you met or spoken with any friend or foe who has called 2007 a banner year? No. It was one of the worst years of my life, rivaling only 2006 for the top spot.
Erin says that the temperature fluctuations due to global warming have thrown everyone's brain chemistry out of whack. I concur.
In 2007 I got fat off the land, got robbed for my fat, and used more hard drugs than is either safe or advisable . Seriously. But I gotta say, fully aware of the risk of being dangerously premature, that the last few months of this year appear steeped in the heavy oils of sweet promise. Let it be so.
Not for me friend, but I wish you luck.
Am I the only person on the planet who had a great 2007? This is probably the happiest I've ever been.
Well, with that said, I'll probably get hit by a train and knocked into a pit of fire-breathing snakes.
Post a Comment