Riding things out, a little at a time

Stricken with an especially crappy bout of survivors' guilt as of late, yay merrily yay, and it's not helping for having my buttons pressed hard by piddly little shit. This inevitably leads me to thoughts of vengeful verb-shredding, which is the antithesis of fun in and of itself.

Also of note is the nagging anger at the idea that people see me as a child, NEED me to be childish or see me as such in order for their egos to work. Usually these people have no spine except when it comes to using me as an effigy scratching post XP All y'all are terribly lucky I possess the self-control I have~

Anyway yes I am a cranky little fucking bitch but it'll pass. It's getting warmer, I'll be able to run again, I got my income taxt crap back and should be able to afford a decent enough laptop now. And gods willing i will have the patience to deal with nimrodly blasts from the past and not just kick them down the stairs twice. XD

I still miss Iva. But I'll have to ride that out too. And I will. I always do. It's who I am. I've never had the luxury of any other choice.

But I've had good company on the road, so thanx 2 u who've been there for me XD