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01 - Introduction
02 – Your first love
03 – Your parents (this is long as HELL
04 - What you ate today
05 - Your definition of love
06 - Your day
07 - Your best friend
08 - A moment
09 - Your beliefs (photo insensive)
10 - What you wore today
11 - Your siblings
12 - What's in your bag?

This week

I currently have precious few words to describe how this week, just as many of my past weeks, has been like. Work has been such a pit of black fucking despair that every morning, it is an exercise in pulling teeth to get me out of bed. At this point, I've put on the mask of the just-about-to-be-executed: just pull the goddamn trigger through gritted teeth.

Anyone who is on the up-and-up of the pro-choice movement will know what is going on with my employer, but I am not comfortable with discussing it online for a variety of reasons. I wish I could talk about it, because I really need to vent, but it's impossible.

On top of that, yesterday, as the admin staff and senior management sat dressed in costume for a morale-boosting kind of day (ha!), he lays down a new There's no way this could possibly go awry pile of bullshit. And due to the nature of it, and due to the type of person I am, he has put his cross hairs on me for being involved. I'm not having any of it. Fuck you, man.

Beyond work angst, I think I have fibromylagia. It makes me feel like a hypochondriac to say it aloud, but it's true. I think that's what is wrong with me. I fit every goddamn symptom. And the past two weeks, I have been in incredible pain in a variety of places on my body to the point where it's easier to just say Everything hurts.

Of course, me being me, I don't have health insurance. And there's no possible way to afford it. So, I can't get checked out (or this entire time, I'd have been getting all the other myriad things wrong with my stupid jacked-up body checked out). All I've been doing is attempting to be nice to myself, recognize my limits, and not talk shit about shit.


People keep asking me how school is, but I really don't have much of an answer. I absolutely adore my Intro to Funeral Services class, in which I am pulling amazing grades in. The other three classes can choke down a bag of foreskins, although I am doing well in those (the classes, not the bag of foreskins). They're boring and I hate them; they're only place in this world is keeping the student loan monsters off my back.

I just wish I could do the funeral schooling full time. Or take more than one goddamn class at a shot, which isn't something that's going to happen until next autumn.

We hates it, precious.

14 – What you wore today
15 – Your dreams
16 – Your first kiss
17 – Your favorite memory
18 – Your favorite birthday
19 – Something you regret
20 – This month
21 – Another moment
22 – Something that upsets you
23 – Something that makes you feel better
24 – Something that makes you cry
25 – A first
26 – Your fears
27 – Your favorite place
28 – Something that you miss
29 – Your aspirations
30 – One last moment
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