So like six months ago or something we all solemnly swore that we were up to no good that we would be more active and then I didn't hit this place up for the entire month of December.

Merry Christmas (Not being the youngest anymore at 22 years of age is fucking wonderful)
Happy New Year (I was moving boxes up the stairs when the ball dropped and I wanted to kill everyone around me.)
It's almost my birthday (WDF, 3Bam: I want dedicated birthday mixes.)

December:
My sister was recently laid off and since she worked for the property management company where we lived, we were forced out of our apartment (cheap rental was a benefit of working there.) We were about six months from going our separate ways anyways, but holy shit what the hell. Luckily she got unemployment mid-month and on 12/30 finally found an apartment where she could afford to live. (Ghetto-ass Anaheim, CA. Fuck that noise.)

For the entire month of December I suffered from debilitating depression (first time of my life) that (very fortunately) vanished on 1/1 (to reside, once again, as undying contempt for all things around me.) I never, never, never knew that depression as a symptom was so much more than depression as an emotion. I know I'm not using proper terminology here, but holy shit, it was a dark cloud that would NOT go away. My sympathy goes out to anyone who ever lived that has had to suffer from it. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, such was the horror.

I spent 12/30 and 12/31 moving an entire three bedroom apartment by myself (with one other guy on the first night). Anyone who wished me a Happy New Years can literally go fuck themselves. We had a vague promise from a friend to help us out who happened to have a truck. I'm not normally the kind to abuse a truck-driving-asshole but since he offered, hey, what the hell. We realized last minute it wasn't going to happen. Neither of us had the money for a U-Haul. So I maxed out my credit card on a U-Haul. I love that company so fucking much.

I now reside in Rancho Santa Margarita, CA with my old roommate (from 2007). I'm rock bottom financially and I'm probably going to get shot down for the promotion for which I applied.

But all I can think of is how utterly great I feel in comparison to my withering depression. Relativity is truly a wonderful thing.

I wish every fucking one of you a wonderful year and hope you can all make good on your New Year Resolutions (or stalwart anti-resolutions.) I am looking forward to finishing school this semester and hopefully taking a much-needed vacation somewhere that isn't here. I'm also looking forward to Fucking VHELs fucking goddamn release goddamnit.

Unabashedly emotionally,
HolyJaw
(Josh Whittington)
http://www.facebook.com/holyjaw

PS.

Given that I don't make enough money for rent, insurance, utilities, car payment and credit card bill (thankfully only one card), I need to sell my car (2006 Scion xB, red, 110K miles). Unfortunately, the rear-door handle has fallen off and hangs on only by the cords that run from the button to the car proper. Does anyone have an inkling of an idea of how much it would cost to fix this? Or if Toyota would charge me just to have it looked at?

Seems to be a common problem with those cars:
Link below is an aftermarket item, ~ `$110.00
http://www.scionpro.com/...nfo.php?products_id=575

Best if you check out the salvage yards for this item, should be able to pick one up fairly cheap. Toyoda will probably charge you if you even bring it within 5 miles of them. If you find one, you will probably need a inexpensive $10.00 metric socket set to place it back on. Make sure you still have the fasteners that hold it onto the car.