So I am once again sitting across from Aussie roommate chowing down on the Gaviscon and tortilla chips trying to cancel out the repetitive nature of tequila in my system, sure there are a few sour patch kids going down as well... hey something else should be pickling my liver right now should it? So anyways the tequila? It of course was downed in celebration of my birthday or unbirthday whatever we've decided... So well anyways since I've had a few let's discuss my life... yes my wonderful life.
So my therapist - let's call her X thinks that blogging is an unusual way to sort through the problematic nature of this world, relationships and all the shit that goes down day to day. Well I think she's sort of right and wrong, see writers - like Ford Maddox Ford, Virgina Wolfe and well hundreds if not thousands of others have used their personal shit as a foundation for their writing, and before I get some disgruntled rant about how dare I relate myself to Virgina Wolfe - you're right, I am more like Ford Maddox Ford (and that was an entirely a joke for me - sorry)... any who's writing for me and for you, lets me poke around in my life for the humour and cover it with a nice coating of distorted truth. So while OM is off somewhere tooling around with whomever and ignoring the reality of my direct nature (bad idea - really we all know that I'm not going to deal with that well), I had a wonderful time with my wonderful friends and enjoy the whole process again of getting know people around me and being more and more transparent and no that transparency isn't going to take route anywhere around here. So my brain hurts, my mouth hurts (smiling and no I'm not going to tell you why) and I'm at the point where I realize that this outfit SO VERY needed double sided tape - errr ya, well someone got a good eye full tonight.
Tootles...
So my therapist - let's call her X thinks that blogging is an unusual way to sort through the problematic nature of this world, relationships and all the shit that goes down day to day. Well I think she's sort of right and wrong, see writers - like Ford Maddox Ford, Virgina Wolfe and well hundreds if not thousands of others have used their personal shit as a foundation for their writing, and before I get some disgruntled rant about how dare I relate myself to Virgina Wolfe - you're right, I am more like Ford Maddox Ford (and that was an entirely a joke for me - sorry)... any who's writing for me and for you, lets me poke around in my life for the humour and cover it with a nice coating of distorted truth. So while OM is off somewhere tooling around with whomever and ignoring the reality of my direct nature (bad idea - really we all know that I'm not going to deal with that well), I had a wonderful time with my wonderful friends and enjoy the whole process again of getting know people around me and being more and more transparent and no that transparency isn't going to take route anywhere around here. So my brain hurts, my mouth hurts (smiling and no I'm not going to tell you why) and I'm at the point where I realize that this outfit SO VERY needed double sided tape - errr ya, well someone got a good eye full tonight.
Tootles...
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