or something like that.
people are so petty sometimes. like, really? it's gonna be like that?
okay. (jodi steps back, separating herself from the situation).
this week i'm going to write - just watch me. i'm sick of the tediousness (is that a word? post craft night/angel dranks, i'm not so sure even i know what i'm talking about anymore). i'm sick of trying extra hard. i'm sick of seeking approval, being that little puppy dog bitch or whatever.
2010 resolution:
i'ma just gonna be me. jodi robin root. born may 26, 1983 at the green county hospital in monroe, wisconsin. alumni of argyle high, circa 2001. university of wisconsin oshkosh, 2005. nerdy clutzy white girl who always had her head too disattached up in the clouds. danced and sang to the beat of her own melody. i'm that girl who talks out of turn, but will listen extra attentively if i need to. be that shoulder to cry on. be that reassurance. the caregiver. but at the same time, the attention seeker. the asshole who drank too much and puked in your cab. the girl who probably trusts (or at least listens to) her gut a bit too much. just doin it - you know, like nike. i'm a cat lady. i got freckles. i'm a split personality. i can be vindictive, yet passionate.
i don't give a fuck, but i guess i do. 2010 is going to be drama free. i'm going to live my life as i am, who i am, doing what i do because i want to. i'm not going to let any haters or bullshit drag me down. if obstacles try to cross my path, i'll pull a slowdi jodi, ala track/field 2000 and trip over them hurdles, skin my hands in front of the senior pecatonica boys and drag my scrawny ass. i may have left that gymnasium limping, but i wound up running farther away than any of the rest of em. i'ma be me. the best i can. no regrets. no double thoughts. no asinine bullshit.
for realzies.
it's time to quit fucking around. i'm a grown up now. if ya'll gots a problem, say it to my face.
or.
you can leave me the fuck alone.
regardless, 2010 is going to be gigantic. positivity. optimism. life changing. it's time to really start this noise, because really. . .
there is no more yesterday. just now. this moment. this minute. this hour. this day.
let's live it, bitches.
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