You know how on TV shows there's always that one character who is forever having things happening to him/her because they ran out of storylines, like Kelly Taylor on 90210 who was burnt - shot - raped - nose jobbed - druggie - pregnant? I feel that that has been my life this year. I guess twenty-five was the season where they ran out of nice plot twists and had to go for the melodramatic punches.
Episode 1: Three best friends move away. Spend the entire summer job hunting. Get hired the day before school starts.
Episode 2: Turns out new roommate is a bitchy psycho!
Episode 3: I lose my job.
Episode 4: Boyfriend breaks up with me. I turn twenty-five. (November sweeps)
Episode 5: I get the stomach flu. And a cold. And then another cold. And then laryngitis.
Episode 6: Car dies. Landlord knocks out closet wall to fix bathroom plumbing. Hole in wall remains.
Episode 7: Sinus infection, strep throat, and a cold. A visit to the emergency room. Go through three doses of antibiotics, four boxes of tissues, and an entire bottle of extra strength Tylenol in one month.
Episode 8: The trip to New York. The friend I go to visit stops talking to me as soon as I leave.
Episode 9: The One Night Stand (the first positive plot point in months) and the mouse problem.
Season finale: Parents announce they are getting divorced.
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