I'll turn my frown in any direction I damn-well please
I feel like people read this and are like,
"aye! better not talk to her!"
In conversation I'm fine.
In solitude I'm a wreck. Sometimes.
I listened to the Sex Pistols all day to clear my mind.
fuckthefuckingfuck
Good things:
#1: email from Carrie Beth in Germany every morning when I wake up
#2: got an email from my cousin, Shea, who doesn't write during snow-boarding season, because he's a very busy instructor out in South Lake Tahoe, CA, but I got an update today
#3: I have a ticket to the Field Day Festival
#4: I talked to Glen on IM last night after months of nothing: he told me he'd had a dream we were *together* but not *doing anything* and I was flattered
#5: Finally found Tylere and talked for ten minutes last night
#6: Talked to hapithoughts last night while smoking the brains from my head and we decided to all hang out in Boston for mine and scanzilla's birthday.
#7: I bought an aero-matress (finally) for Asit's house *fortunately the adapter isn't in Colorado...yet*
#8: Nathanael is planning to visit later this month
#9: tomorrow is Friday and I can get drunk
#10: Tonight is NBC Must-See TV and I love Friends, Scrubs, and Will&Grace because after all I am *just* a woman.
This morning's entry is still rattling my rib-cage. But the taste of choked-back tears makes my stomach turn, and I'm tired, irritated, frustrated, and unimpressed with how thoroughly I allow myself to wallow in pity.
So I cleaned up. Dressed in black and gray. Painted on a face. Listened to the Sex Pistols. And now I'll go cook dinner.
Come on.
Somebody tell me a joke.
Let's laugh.
It's a fucking party!
