Looking back at my posts from last week--I guess I'm doing better than I'd thought--and owe a huge thanks to my few and very very special, internet friends. I've never met any of you, but I must say, you all are the very best people anyone could ever have the pleasure of calling "friends."
I am coping--but still only on a marginal level. I don't know what's going to happen to me. I feel like someone who is trapped beneath the rubble of a collapsed building, waiting to see if I'll be rescued or suffocate--and, I do not envision any big buff firemen in my future, that's for sure--not even Lassie or Rin-tin-tin.
I've not only got the huge Social Security thing, looming over my head, the reduced wages, as well--my student lenders are threatening to take what tiny wages (making less than 175 a week, at the moment--about 60 pounds.) I'm sick to my stomach with fear and worry.
The only thing keeping me floating above the raw sewage of life, is...I don't know. I'm stupid, I guess--what I really should do, is become a drunk. I think drunks have the right idea--you may be living in a cardboard box--but who cares, you're drunk. You ain't feelin' nothin'. Too bad I hate the taste of alcohol. Damn.
Ah well, my life was getting a bit too..sedate, anyway. Mind you, wild and wooly I don't mind, now and again--but, when placed up against this kind of impending doom--boring and mundane can be quite comforting. I feel like I'm straddling the fence between Purgatory and Hell, right now. Not a good place to be...but, it beats pure Hell, hands down.
Here's a really bad "found" poem about being a Doctor Who fan. I took the lines from posts to threads on two different Doctor Who fansite forums. I was bored and...well, it beats cleaning out the cat's litterbox, or sitting here trying to match up my odd socks, ey?
(With profuse apologies to David Tennant, Freema Agyeman, Russell T. Davis, and et. all)
Doctor What???
Are you addicted to Who?
Who are you?
Aliens of London.
The Doctor’s new suit.
Harriet Jones, M.P. for Flydell North.
Jelly babies.
Black and gold Dalek.
The Doctor.
Mickey the idiot.
The relationship: the Doctor and Rose.
The Doctor snogs Rose--again.
The Doctor dances--with Rose.
How will the Doctor deal with losing Rose?
Where…does the Doctor sleep?
The Doctor goes to bed with Martha!
The Doctor and Martha kissing.
Return of the pyjamas.
Weng-Chiang Whoopise!
Smith and Jones: iconic ttile
The Doctor’s son?
Glimpse of The Runaway Bride.
The Doctor is getting married???
I am horrified.
Is David Tennant really considered sexy?
Old and boring…discuss?
DT--funny guy.
David Tennant is sooo-hot!
In my pants.
Sonic screwdriver?
David Ten-inch???
UFO sighting.
David Tennat: staying or leaving?
The fans go crazy for Freema.
David Tennant is committed.
Gay: Ricky and Jake?
Daleks and Cybermen?
Pete and Mickey?
Is new companion a super model?
Look at these fabulous bloopers!
The Face of Boe’s secret: what is it?
The Tardis wardrobe song?
Doctor Who to die?
Hugh Grant in Dr Who?
Oh my God! Something freaky happened just now!
Tardis: stolen and corrupted!
The villain: Spiderwoman!
