I was just going through some of Rob's old VHS tapes, and I found one mysteriously labeled '02.26.02'.
So I watched it.
It turned out to be a video letter I sent to Rob at that time; 8 months after moving back to Oneonta.
Based on how this new evidence supports my memory of that event, I have now officially labeled 2001 the worst year (to date) of my entire life. By 'worst', I mean: unbearably painful, emotionally damaging, and just generally horrible on a daily basis. Add to that the fact that my income that year was $11,000.
Yep, in the immortal words of Joel, "It sucked shit through a straw."
About Me
- k8fh
- I'm just like everyone else; a mass of contradictions.... I want things to go my way, but I'm often disappointed by the outcome when they do. I love solitude, but choose to spend most of my time with people. I long for, but am terrified of, permanence. Learning to embrace (or at least endure) loss of any kind is my greatest challenge. I live in Oneonta with my good friend Joel, my ex-boyfriend's cat, Clovis, and a ton of plants.
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