tinyelvis

My brother was in the hospital today. All is good.

I wrote an email to the ex girlfriend from some time ago explaining....
Well, lets just say the her then and the me now would be perfect match. I was just wrapped up in my own mess at that period.
I just needed to get it off my mind. She's near a marriage and lives in LA.
I have been trying to picture what my ideal life would be like lately. Hence the thought.
I have SO much to offer and yet I sit here. I have a lot of love in my life.
Internal paralysis/Comatose to the thought of speaking to a potential date/grilfriend.
Like a Scooby Doo cartoon: the soul getting pulled completely from my body.
I just need my tools back. Ah hell, maybe I should just start drinking again. Then I could talk to ANYBODY!