it would appear that i picked the wrong week to promise to write every day.
i had a rotten week last week and the weekend was similar, although i did get to see some great skating in huntington beach at the S3 Supergirl event. i will post pictures and info on that as soon as i recover from the awfulness that happened after that.
next weekend is X-Games, so i’m looking forward to bringing that to you.
broadcasting live from the pit in my stomach.
i feel like i’m in a cell. the cell walls are lined with everything i have ever made, with trash. one of my main problems in life is that i am a hopeless pack rat. i still have old graded papers from my women’s history class at PCC (one of the few classes i ever finished), bottle caps from beers i had in 2003, and if i looked really hard i’ll bet i could find the underwear i lost my virginity in buried somewhere in my room (clean, but out of rotation, naturally).
why is it that my inability to throw things away hasn’t extended into the realm of opportunities?