i hate reality tv, but i am powerless to turn it off if i happen upon a program while i'm channel surfing. gawd, don't i have better things to do than watch some fucking spoiled rich kids camping out in front of a camera crew (like listening to songs that make me cry over my breakup with sweet blondie?)...or old has-been stars all living in a house together getting all dirty and raunchy? holy shit! models, brady's, flava flav, stupid-azz west coast kids who think they're hot shit, the real world, nyc mom and daughter socialites...oh gawd! i seriously hate reality tv.
actually, i was watching a talk show the other day, Isaac. i know, i know, enough of the jeers already. at least i can say that is the ONLY talk show i watch, and only cuz i have a hard-on for most geeks and punk/indie musicians, and also a little for designers (all kinds), artists, cgi and title dudes ;) etc. and since Isaac falls into that category, i gotta give him props and watch his show when i can. so anyhoo...he had some reality stars on and mentioned that it seems like they fight all the time. they said that they don't but since the cameras are running all the time, if they ever do snap it is sure to be caught on tape and that's what they run on the promos...so basically, all the everyday boring stuff gets edited and cut, and the crazy shiz gets shown like its everyday life for these schmoes.
the point, you ask? good question...ok. so i'm thinking this morning how bad i feel that you've all witnessed my meltdowns because of my breakup...i've been a mess and i've been ok sometimes too. and yet you keep coming back with your friendship and support. i feel like i've made a lot of good blog friends since starting this piece (as in piece o'shite blog). and i'm the same way with a lot of other blogs...i stalk them and usually jump in on the comments the second a post is made (all this while trying to work...so bad...hahaha). and the thing is, like what's found on the cutting room floor in the editing room for those reality tv shows, the same thing is the case with blogs too...they're just self edited. and actually this blog was more meant for me to just have somewhere to cry, somewhere to express my crazy thoughts cuz i fucking miss that kid soooo much still and i just have no idea how to ever get over him. this blog is somewhere to post the songs that move me, remind me of him, us, me with and without him...my music is so huge to help me through this. it's totally a combination of lo-fi real stuff, excellent indie tunes, punk favs, stoner metal and some serious angst tunes. couldn't lift myself up without my music. I wanted to blog what i was listening to so i wouldn't forget later.
I've never been so attached to another human being in all my life. i'm so happy that i met him and was able to really love someone once. and i'm sure he loved me. but gawd i'm sooo fucking broken over how this thing ended and i just wish we could start all over again. either way, i know he'll be ok. he's got family and good friends. i've got good friends, but i'm not sure if i'll ever be ok. that's the hard part. but i have to be ok. i have to go on. i have to make it. there's no editing that part out. i just have to find a way. i guess i blog cuz when i get lost, i can go back to this blog and write it down. from the beginning random visitors have come to tell me either how pathetic i am over being so messed up over this breakup and that i should just get over it, to the incredibly supportive voices lately encouraging me to buck up. i need(ed) all of those comments. i've only deleted the blog spam. i dont want to edit much about dealing with this breakup. i'm just going on. i am scared about getting back into life without him cuz i just completely gave him myself...i let him take care of me. and i've never been taken care of since my dad died. nobody was ever strong enough to take care for me. blondie was. he was/is everything on that imaginary list of what i would ever want in a guy. he was more than i thought i even needed. and now its gone. he's gone. i'm so broken. i just cant express. my heart is shattered. totally destroyed. i will never be over him. and it totally doesn't even matter. he's moving on. i need to fucking grow up already. reality bites...ehhhhh (so much cheesiness along with tears in this blog, it's just gross...heh)
anyway on kinda another note, i'm doing ok with pxxi. i'm just a robot doing what i should do now. no heart. but a fucking lot of tears. i'm gonna rust my hard drive out.
hope you all are doing ok.
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