In case y'allz been wonderin', I've switched to smearing my negative opinions and dark little observations here: chrishateseverything.blogspot.com

I just threw up my hands, said "What the Hell is wrong with everybody?!" outloud to myself (nobody's home) and opened a beer and drank half of it. That's really all the updating I feel I need to do.

I don't update anymore because all I'd do is complain. There's always a "What's next?" in the list of crappy events that have filled the last few months. I feel like I'm watching my life on TV. Oh, and today's "What's next" was my Grandpa passing away last night.

I had to give Zero up for adoption today because of her excessive violence. I really don't know what to say other than that, most of you know how much I loved that Cat, and I wouldn't have done it if I didn't feel she was really mentally unstable and dangerous.

"Horrendous, Horrendous. It's worse than a human passing away. The cat doesn't fully ( Read more... )

No matter what, it can always get worse.

Right now I'm waiting for Animal Control to come help me get Zero into her carrier. She went berserk yesterday when my friend Marsha was over and started attacking everyone in the house, including me. She's been like this since yesterday afternoon and I have no idea what's wrong or what to do, I might have to put her down if this isn't something ( Read more... )

The world got mean, really fast.

Edit: Somehow, this was actually posted before I went down to my car to find that someone had broken in, thrown everything from the glovebox and every storage space in my car around, stolen the stereo, smoked enough Menthol cigarettes to make my car smell all day, and fucking SLEPT in my car.

As immature as I know it is, I cannot stand being ignored. It happens more often that I'd like to mention and it plagues me to no end. In this age where text/internet based correspondence is what our generation considers friendship, I feel like I'm not asking for much...But people will do what people will do, and few will really ever pay attention ( Read more... )

Well, the New Year's party was a success. Lots of people and a surprisingly small mess to clean up this morning. I was proud I made it to Midnight, but every time I tried to escape to bed, Joe or Riley would come and physically pick me up and make me hang out...I made it 'til 2am, which is pretty, pretty...pretty late for me.

I have 7 days of ( Read more... )

Cheap shots seem to be the special tonight, yet the contents of my wallet haven't changed and I'm unpleasantly sober.

"Every time Roscoe tried to think back along the line of events that had led to his being in a place where there was no trees to lean against, he strayed off the line and soon got all tangled up in his thinking. It was probably ( Read more... )