2023 was pretty much a standard year. Nothing really huge happened to me, although the people around me seemed to be going through a LOT of fucking changes.
My friend Jorg got married to a chick he dated for only three fucking months. Honestly, I didn't think it would last more than six months, but as of this writing the two of them are still together. They got married last October, on the 28th, and Jorg's been living with Ashleigh and her kids in the house she rents so I've had this house more or less to myself. My only company has been the two kitties we got in 2022(?), to prevent future rodent infestations. They are my chonky babies and I love them lots and will be very sad to leave them behind.
Yeah, I'm moving out. Tomorrow as a matter of fact.
Jorg's marriage has kind of fucked up my living situation, but I knew this was coming so I'm not pissed or anything. And I found a place with a guy that seems decent only a couple of blocks away, so that's nice.
Other shit that has happened this year.
My friend Gina fucked off to Italy and is living her best life.
I nuked my friendship with Paul because he was really starting to piss me off with his neediness and his complete fucking inability to do anything to help himself. So I just broke it off. Felt kind of bad about it, but the more time that passes the less I find myself actually giving a fuck. One of the reasons I ended the friendship was because I honestly think he's gonna kill himself one of these days when he spirals into one of his depressive episodes and I did NOT want to go out there to his house and be the one to have to deal with all of that shit. It's been months now and I have absolutely no fucking idea how he's doing.
John Boozer from the old game group pops into the store every once in a while, but when he shows up we never talk about Paul. I guess he's still going out there and seeing him, but fucked if I know.
Other stuff.
Um. I started logging my solo roleplay stuff and have written ove 80,000 words that I think I could edit/rewrite into a halfway decent story. Well, something good enough for Kindle. Once I'm settled in my new place, I'll give that a shot, but I think it's gonna be a hard row to hoe. If I do publish it, I'll use a different name since it'll sort of fall under the LitRPG banner.
Mom is still alive and kicking. Sis seems to be doing okay. Her boys are in their late teens and went to prom. They seem like nice kids in the photos, but what the hell? They could be terrible people in the flesh and I'd never know because I never see/speak/interact with them in any fucking way.
I sometimes think I should rectify that, but, honestly? I just can't be fucking bothered at this point in my life.
So, anyway, yeah, I'm still alive. Still living a fairly decent life.
Not as content as I used to be, but not sure why. Think it could just be ennui or old age or some shit like that. I suppose I'll figure it out eventually.
Anyway, that's it.
I'm still fucking alive.
Hurrah!
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