Not so long ago, I was on my knees. Recently, I managed to stand back up. Now, I'm heels over head again. I don't ever want to learn my lesson, and I don't think I ever will. Hoorah!
I am officially the world's worst dreamer. I can NOT remember the last time I had a dream that didn't cause me to wake up depressed, anxiety ridden, disgusted, or downright scared. I don't have the energy to analyze this right now. Sleep seems to have done me no good last night.
Most importantly, I am very excited. I count hours.
In other news, Al and I got soused and watched an Ocean's 11/Ocean's 12 double feature. We overdid it, but had a good time, and both agree that Brad Pitt is perhaps the second most desirable man ever. By "man," of course, I mean "male human." I can think of at least one female human more... Read More
It's 53 degrees now and raining, not with the usual biblical bombast, but with the steady determination of the grizzled old Muscovite in the corner who's halfway through his bottle of vodka but still wearing his grim face. Sure, it reminds me of the homeland, but that's not what I want right now.
Fortunately, I have sweet thoughts, good books, and plenty of... Read More
So, I'm sitting out on my front stoop, reading a book that's shaping up to bear a fundamental resemblance with what is possibly my favorite book of all time, drinking gin and tonic, and the yard is shady and the weather is perfect. To quote my friend Jason Kutchma at his most "dance'n'shout" charismatic, "Bring on the Summer!"
Yep, happens about twice a year around these parts as well and I got half an hour's worth this evening. I stopped making dinner/watching hockey so I could hang out on the back porch and watch the sky for 15 minutes.
Al, JJ (from Jigsaw), and I went to see Lucero tonight. They were every bit as heart-wrenchingly awesome as everyone assured me they would be. We also discovered a kindred lone-drinker spirit in JJ, which was cool.
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UPDATE: Hangover.
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FURTHER UPDATE: Running sucks.
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EVEN FURTHER UPDATE: Why is human nature so self-destructive? Take, for example, the Divine Comedy's Cassanova album.... Read More
Running does suck; too much havoc on the knees. Though I miss my old soccer teams and having a "wind."
Re: "EVEN FURTHER UPDATE" - Seriously. I continue to be amazed by what people do in the name of "love." I used to think males and females were wired too differently to make any sort of sense with one another (except, of course, when they do)... now I think it has to do with a given individual's emotional intelligence/maturity.
Your whole "hand grenade/monkey" idea is pretty spot on, though.
Who knew that a single (see footnote 1) drunk dial could net such an auspicious bunch of people? I hope I made friends, and not just a total jackass out of myself. I can't remember.
In other news: I am so far hungover I feel like I'm going to fall off the edge. Also, I have to walk back downtown this morning to recover my... Read More
Thanks for all the birthday wishes, guys. Some people (both here and elsewhere) were unnecessarily sweet to me. It was particularly good of you and them considering my state. They know who they are. Thanks again.
All of you helped make the day better than it could have been.
Yeah you're right it IS kind of strange.....but I mean, the best I could do for "ocean" was flushing him down the toilet......and I think if I were him I'd rather just be buried........
though I guess I didn't know him very well....not much of a talker.
Just as pirates are buried at sea, my goldfish, a pirate in his own place, was buried on land.
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