Oh innocent times.
On September 15, 2008, I posted the following on LJ:
"Ice skating, wtf?
Damn, fuck and damnation. I have to stop getting so bloody invested in things. I've just had my heart ripped into a thousand pieces by a storyline in a fucking soap. First I sit there and laugh at myself watching stuff that has, among other things, ice-hockey in it (honestly, didn't I just move away from Canada?). Then I go "hmm, this is kinda good". Then I go wibbly. And the next thing I know I'm on the floor clutching my bleeding soul in my hands. How the hell does this always happen??"
*points and laughs at self lots*