Vent Warning - I've got a blog and I know how to use it! - 10/25/05

It's 2:30 in the morning and still awake. Nothing new there. I'm actually using the blog space I have set up on Blogger. Now thats news.

I went surfing around Blogger.com tonight (this morning, whatever...) and I realized that all this time I was thinking that my blog needed to be funny, entertaining, or somehow informative to the masses to be worthwhile. I have come to the conclusion that it does not.

Tonight I surfed through probally 20 different blogs randomly. Almost all of them were personal, private, day-to-day interworking of some random persons life. Nothing fancy or special. But I was fascinated. A couple of them in paticular I had to bookmark and tear myself away from. So I'm going to to start keeping my journal here. I realized that I let alot of my memories slide away from me. The day-to-day mundane things. I can remember crazy long web addresses, cheat codes from video games I played when I was 10, phone numbers of people I dont talk to anymore. But, I can't tell you what I did last week. It's awful. No more.

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24 years old, and I live with my parents. I guess that's not to bad. My 22 year old wife living here too, thats kinda depressing. Not her being with me, the fact that we live with my parents. I moved out when I was 19. Got my own little place, right down the street from the folks. Little rental house that my uncle owns, sweet deal on rent. Had a cool job doing telecommunications at the office where my dad works. So, what do I do. Head straight for the credit card debt. Piled it right on up. Couldn't keep up with rent, bills, anything for that matter. Moved out, and in with grandma (to be on refered to as Nana). Sweet deal, again. Screwed it up, again. Ran around doing as much stupid stuff as I could do, with the execption to drugs. Ended back with the folks.

So I learned my lesson. No more credit cards, strictly cash. Got a nice job as a forensic photographer, making more than I'd ever made. Moved back in with Nana, purposed to my girlfriend, got married. The wife and I move back into the rental house of my uncle's. And start racking up the debt. It was all well and good until I had to leave my job. Too much stress, and I'd like to see my wife every now and then. And she had just left her job too...

New job, camera sales. Quickly get promoted to manager and asked to move out of state to manage a store. That falls to crap, have to ditch the store, come back home.

And that why I hate myself sometimes. It's easy to rationalize and say that stuff happens, but when you write it all out, it just sucks.