r.i.p. Elian Fernandez
July 30, 1981 - May 2, 1999

Weather's nice today and I'm off work early. Could probably use the hours, but oh well.

Not a bad day to be alive at all.

Get up. Go to work. Leave work. Train. Eat [Spanish] usually. [English] Sleep.

Rinse. Repeat.

I think I'm starting to live life on autopilot.

...wonder how much longer that'll last.

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fucking hell I haven't been this pissed off since

yeah, don't think sitting here and typing about it is going to help. Time to go find something to let loose on.

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There's just something stupidly ironic about this happening on the first day I go to church since...November, wasn't it? Huh.

May he rest in peace.

...that didn't go too badly.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

Guess my arm's just about healed.

...and life goes on. Or some shit like that.

Managed to hide it for about a day and a half, but Mamá's too damned sharp. Noticed I'd hurt my arm and went all motherfucking Spanish Inquisition on me. (Almost literally. There are things that really suck about being the supposedly irresponsible son in a family full of Mexican Catholics ( Read more... )

one less angel in nyc.

need some fucking bactine.