Sixteen Years, Shit, and The O.C.

Well, it's been quite a while since my last "real" post; so here's the new post
It's a new year and I guess it's a new age for me, I successfully went through it without saying "fuck" or "shit" which is a really good accomplishment these days considering my current mood. Actually, my current mood is very morbid and I therefore feel like shit for no apparent reason. I just said shit. Shit... This is a potential problem, maybe I'm bipolar? No, that's not it--it's just a downhill state that I am in right now and it's hard not to just break down. I'm one package of sunshine ain't I?
So what else is new? Well, uhm, let's see, there's a multitude of things... I got hitched, then I ditched her, then I fell for my ex (the ex before that if you were wondering), then I turned the legal age to run over my English professor, then there was The Incident With the Camera (which is a hilarious inside joke me and Mary share and I won't bother explaining it to you because I am certain it is entirely unfunny). This has been a pretty great year all in all. (Not this year, I meant 2006). Oh yeah -- and The O.C. is ending, which I am completely OK with for some reason. And that's all I can really sum up for ya. I'm sure if I went into detail I would completely loose your attention. But then again, I probably already have.
So in other news, a woman in the United States wants all Harry Potter books to come off shelves of bookstores because they spearhead the practice of witchcraft, 7 kids in Philadelphia were run over by a school bus, and another Canadian was cast as an extra in a movie filmed in Vancouver and got paid less than an American actor who got paid 9 million dollars and whose less talented than the Canadian. That's pretty much the best news I've got for you (that I still remember).
So in conclusion, I do hope I've gotten you up to date on my semi-depressive, totally obsessive, chronic-procrastinating life. As they say: TTYL. (tu-t-ee-il?)