Face this onward now.

admittedly, the sunglasses indoors are unfortunate. but, we all make mistakes, and have been that hungover, right?

...

destructing myths

Starts in my head, apparently. Have let the Tasmanian Devil loose a lot in the last weeks...and the problem always remains, compounded by the most universal of all: where is my car? Yes, my life sometimes resembles an Ashton Kutchner movie in that now that there are separate storage facilities for me and my car, I have, more than once now, awoke not remembering parking my trusty punk rock soccer mom car for the night. Especially disconcerting because of the whole entry/exit process is kind of extensive.So far though, i keep finding it right where it's supposed to be...but those odds get longer each time it happens.
Kids, this isn't any way to live your life. I mention it here to remind myself to get a grip: if you do not learn from your history YOU ARE DOOMED TO REPEAT IT. Doomed being the operative term.

Truth. Plus, if you drink and black out, you can't remember what you said or did to engage radio silence from your movie buddy, or any of the seemingly amazing details of bringing our favorite busguy (X) home with you and a bottle of champagne. Yeah, good work brain, good work just flipping the "off" switch, way earlier than ever before. Perhaps it's because I have fewer brain cells left? And, the aftermath - literally my brain felt like it was swollen and even breathing hurt all day yesterday. Piecing together the events of the night before? That's the business of 20-somethings, shouldn't be mine. However, even when SG and I have movie nights, we tend to let the 20something parts of our ids take over too - and...well, I may have fucked that up for real this time. But, as my brother keeps patiently intoning: you are not to be in a relationship anyway. Rebuilding. Again. Being emo about someone only leads to trouble, it seems. So obviously I went for the next *best* thing, the sweet, handsome, lovely baritone-voiced guy I work with who is certainly young enough to be my son. De ja vue, indeed.
Additionally, nipped a bit of my thumb off at work, and then promptly grabbed a hot pan with my other hand. Genius award grant money should be pouring in any minute now....rough transition at work, ton of expectation on the horizon, which is fine and good, but my inability to focus currently is an issue. Raspberry scones on the fly :)
Need to get back into that mode, enough dinking around playing rockstar.

“When you acknowledge that there is nothing repulsive or unforgivable or shameful about yourself, it becomes easier to be that authentic person and feel like you’re living a less performed life.”

—	John Green

friends with benefits

HEY PAUL. HOW’S IT HANGING?

PRETTY GOOD, PETE. YOURSELF?

NOT GONNA LIE TO YOU, OLD BUDDY. I’M ABOUT ONE MORE 60 HOUR WEEK FROM NIBBLING ON A SHOTGUN, AND I WANT TO GET DRUNK ABOUT IT.

WELL, I’VE GOT OVER 60 DIFFERENT TYPES OF BOURBON BACK HERE, PETE. YOU’RE WELCOME TO TRY THEM ALL. I HAVE YET TO MEET A PROBLEM WHISKEY CAN’T SOLVE.

YOUR EX-WIFE AGREE WITH THAT OUTLOOK?

YOU MEAN MY EX-PROBLEM, THAT’S NOW SOLVED?

YOU’RE A GOOD BARTENDER, PAUL. IT’S NOT JUST ABOUT POURING DRINKS. THERE’S A PHILOSOPHICAL ASPECT, PLUS A GOOD DEGREE OF COMMUNICATION SKILLS.

YOU WANT TO COMMUNICATE WITH A COUPLE OUNCES OF BASIL HAYDEN’S?

SEE? THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT.

(it should go without saying this is reposted from animalstalkinginallcaps.tumblr.com)