rosiedoes | Sunday, 31 December 2006

2006, then: one of the worst years ever.

Yeah, I have a steady job, but that's about the only thing in normal-life that had anything going for it.

Early in the year, I thought it was going to be awesome. I got together with a girl who seemed to be perfect for me. That went tits up, and took my favourite fandom at the time with it - including a lot of people I considered friends.

My little brothers continued to be malicious little cunts and the w00bie I had a crush on at work had a whole bunch of crap happen to him, and he eventually left on very bad terms. I also got a tattoo of a maple leaf on my wrist, which is alright, but not perfect and still needs touching up.

The credit rating attached to the house I live in means I can't get a credit card or any loan - which, although I don't really need it, the former would be very useful for things like my holiday to Vancouver - the holiday which Julie and I should have gone on in October, but didn't because I was supposed to visit my crazy girlfriend in Florida.

I don't even count that as a relationship any more. "An episode to file under 'never try again'", you could say.

I was also called obese for the first time, despite having a 32" waist and averaging a size 14-16 (UK average), and being a perfectly normal height - but failed to go to the gym I've been paying for, because of my bad knee and the fact my breasts suffocate me every time I try to run. Oh yeah, and because the skinny women in lycra stare at me when I do the weights I was recommended because I'm abnormally strong, and can't control the light ones. There's nothing less motivating than the look on a skinny-girl's face as they think, "What the fuck are you doing, you fat lesbian?!"

I'm not even a dyke...

Joining the

birls community revealed that I am quite possibly the only birl (tomboy, genderqueer, or butch lesbian more or less) who is single. *head desk* I hate being single as it is; knowing most people aren't sucks like a sucky thing.

This year, I have taken some half-decent pics of myself:

... but not until I got my second camera after the first one broke. My first MP3player that cost over £100 did, too. That was fun.

Except not.

And the pictures really only looked any good after I'd played with the contrast.

The psychic development group I joined, and was really, really enjoying because for the first time in my life I was actively progressing with this great, cumbersome 'ability' I've grown up with that allows things to scare the shit out of me (because watching dreams you've had unfold on the news three weeks later, hallucinating exploding planes, and regarding The Sixth Sense as a near-biopic of your life isn't fun, however much it seems like it should be) without any ability to control or channel them, went all to hell when Ian decided to move away from spiritual life.

My favourite charity basically closed its doors because they were receiving no donations, and the world at large revealed itself to be a selfish and uncaring place full of ABSOLUTE CUNTS.

Yeah, there were a couple of cool things in 2006 - Julie and I got in touch with CJ and TCO took a huge leap forward, thanks to his kindness. He turned out to be a really sweet chap (although I swear he thinks I'm just being friendly with him because of Joe; because you know that's so me, isn't it?) and it was a nice surprise to find that both Joe and Boyan are adorable, and not the complete wankers we expected.

And naturally, discovering the God-like Genuis that is Fall Out Boy is nice - as well as Stargate: Atlantis season three being much better than anticipated.

But I can't think of one lasting thing from 2006 that was really fucking awesome.

In 2007, I would just like things to go right, please.