Happy New Year, old skin

This morning I safely drove through an intersection.
Ten minutes later, I drove through the same intersection,
and an SUV had been slammed into on the driver's side door and pushed out of its lane and under a bridge.
The other car, a white truck, was spun around facing the opposite direction, several yards away with its tires burst.

Sometimes I wonder how many times I've avoided death
In days, hours, minutes, seconds- and just by chance.
Just mere weebly wobbly shaky breaky chance.

Hello New Year!
​don't be a cunt

This is what it looks like when you have an anxiety attack when you're trying to get dressed to celebrate.

First, I put on an outfit that I thought was "good enough" and comfortable.
Then, I went through almost all my clothing, tried everything on twice, put on crotchless pantyhose, took off crotchless pantyhose, tried on different sock combinations, put on six different jackets, almost cried, screamed out loud, searched for a slip, apologized multiple times for being late, said I was leaving, apologized for being late, thought I was dressed too sexy, thought I wasn't dressed sexy enough, still couldn't find slip, dumped out all my under garments on the floor, no slip, changed into and back out of things, started walking out the door, then I screamed more, said sorry for being late- and finally, I put on the first outfit I had on and made my way to S's house an hour late.

I came back home two days later, and this is what it looked like.

In 2008-2009, I was making a bunch of money selling cameras, and I had just moved to Houston, so instead of saving up, I spent almost all my money on movies. I'm keeping all my movies, but I'm getting rid of all cases because they take up too much space. I've replaced all the movie cases with books, got rid of an excess shelf, and I feel much lighter now.

love,
​m!