I'm looking back at the past year and I realized what a giant suck-fest it was. Let's recap, shall we?
It all started with the damn meningitis. Supposedly. I needed a doctor like House but I ended up with Old Man River's ex wife who was a hundred and seven years old and tried to kill me on a daily basis. Then there were the tattoos. They got infected and almost killed me as well.
During this time I purchased a house in Texas with all the money I had and hoped to make a little money on the side. Why, oh why. With the best of intentions. Yeah. That house just got sold by auction last week when they foreclosed on it.
And I can't open my mouth because of TMJ. And I have 3 different dentists that have given me 3 different bite pieces that each charged me over $1000 for them. Oh, and I still have big ol' holes in my gums from getting my wisdom teeth out. And instead of the tmj specialist trying to make me better, he yelled at me for listening to the other dentist. That he sent me to. To get my wisdom teeth out. Bastard.
So I got sick again and I moved in with my parents and I was going to work part time since they live in the middle of no where and I find myself driving an hour both ways to work during rush hour. Cuz I ran out of money.
Needless to say, I have a lot of time to think now. And I was thinking about what bad luck I have! Then I remembered that on a day, not too long ago, I went with my dad to a store to return something big that he had to lift into the back of his truck. We pulled up to the store, on a Monday no less, walk up to the front door to find it locked. They were closed on Mondays. And only on Mondays. I looked up at my dad and said, "That's the Childres Luck for ya." And he laughed because he knew exactly what I was talking about. Dammit.
I got the Childres nose, the Childres good taste in vehicles, and a big gigantor truck load of Childres crap luck.
It all started with the damn meningitis. Supposedly. I needed a doctor like House but I ended up with Old Man River's ex wife who was a hundred and seven years old and tried to kill me on a daily basis. Then there were the tattoos. They got infected and almost killed me as well.
During this time I purchased a house in Texas with all the money I had and hoped to make a little money on the side. Why, oh why. With the best of intentions. Yeah. That house just got sold by auction last week when they foreclosed on it.
And I can't open my mouth because of TMJ. And I have 3 different dentists that have given me 3 different bite pieces that each charged me over $1000 for them. Oh, and I still have big ol' holes in my gums from getting my wisdom teeth out. And instead of the tmj specialist trying to make me better, he yelled at me for listening to the other dentist. That he sent me to. To get my wisdom teeth out. Bastard.
So I got sick again and I moved in with my parents and I was going to work part time since they live in the middle of no where and I find myself driving an hour both ways to work during rush hour. Cuz I ran out of money.
Needless to say, I have a lot of time to think now. And I was thinking about what bad luck I have! Then I remembered that on a day, not too long ago, I went with my dad to a store to return something big that he had to lift into the back of his truck. We pulled up to the store, on a Monday no less, walk up to the front door to find it locked. They were closed on Mondays. And only on Mondays. I looked up at my dad and said, "That's the Childres Luck for ya." And he laughed because he knew exactly what I was talking about. Dammit.
I got the Childres nose, the Childres good taste in vehicles, and a big gigantor truck load of Childres crap luck.
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