I think my friend was wrong...

He told me that crazy stuff does not in fact just happen to me, but that instead it's me who causes it. I've said before that at first glance, you wouldn't know what you should think of my life or you might even misjudge me. If you were with me every step of the way, you'd understand the things that happen to me are often out of my control. I might put myself at the site of ground zero, but I didn't drop the fucking bomb that did the damage.

The last month has been pretty awesome. Hella shit and drama that I have no control over is no longer bothering me because as Melissa puts it, "Do whatever, just remember that people are always going to talk shit." So true. So why not do what I want to do with my life? I've been enjoying the last few weeks because I'm doing what I want to do with no thought of what others might think, and rarely have I ever felt this liberated.

Work is good, family is alright, and friends are fine. Money is good, food on the table and a positive outlook on life. Not bad if you ask me. I've been drinking a lot less lately, and I have to say that I'm enjoying myself. I drank last night, and that was the first time all weekend, since Wednesday night. I'm making progress. I just need to make more on the running and housing fronts.

I made the decision yesterday of telling a friend something that seems to have hurt her or at least her plans, but it was something she told me she wanted to know. I have no regrets about telling her though, and I hope she uses the knowledge she has now for the best. Knowing shit isn't always easy, because there's the burden of choice, deciding what to do with what you know and how to react to the stress of it. Good luck; your friends are here for you.

I wonder when I'm gonna take a trip down to San Diego. Maybe sooner than I had thought. We'll see. The last million times I've talked to my sister, I've been sleeping when she calls so I probably sounded grumpy. Speaking of grumpy, I have to apologize to my friend for messing with her when she's sleeping. It's so cute though because she's the nicest person during her waking hours, but try and distrub her when she's taking a nap and you might get bitch slapped. Funny.

This Is How It Goes - Billy Talent