Less lurking, more posting
I promise.
Altho not too much tonight - inexplicably headached now (could it be the bag of pfeffeneusen cookies? damned Germans and their tasty treats).
Making concerted efforts at:
- taking chances (albeit teensy, calculated ones, but still)
- calling out my own bullshit at least half as often as I do everyone else's (seems fair, no?)
- sprucing up the outside to trick the inside into coming out for a little more air
The other night someone asked me if I wanted to go out, and the first answer that jumped into my head was a whiny, "I've BEEN out."
This is not good.
Once when I was about 17, someone was asked to describe me in one word, and the word they used was "world-weary". I was horrified -- it's not like I was exactly Marlene Dietrich, hauling my battle-scarred carcass back into the sequinned spotlight for one more overdone round -- but I could, even then, sort of see their point. Still, I dinna like it then nor do I like it now. The question is, how do I make myself fresh?
2009 is going to be a lot more social, whether I like it or not. It simply has to be. 2008, you bad wicked thing, take your angry wounds and bag of pus and filthy mind-chewing fuckbot self elsewhere and be gone. In just a few weeks there's gonna be a new sheriff in town, a shiny-skinned rosy baby sheriff with tousled curls and a dapper top hat, with a garish sass and a zing in his step, and he's gonna stomp the crap of you right into the past, history books, dust.
Anyone know any good New Year's rituals? I'm looking for something fiery, jumping thru rings but not in an Evel Knievel way. Throw me your ideas, all.
Still headachy, but I cannot in good conscience take one more freaking pill of any kind today. I'm gonna try to override this one.
Altho not too much tonight - inexplicably headached now (could it be the bag of pfeffeneusen cookies? damned Germans and their tasty treats).
Making concerted efforts at:
- taking chances (albeit teensy, calculated ones, but still)
- calling out my own bullshit at least half as often as I do everyone else's (seems fair, no?)
- sprucing up the outside to trick the inside into coming out for a little more air
The other night someone asked me if I wanted to go out, and the first answer that jumped into my head was a whiny, "I've BEEN out."
This is not good.
Once when I was about 17, someone was asked to describe me in one word, and the word they used was "world-weary". I was horrified -- it's not like I was exactly Marlene Dietrich, hauling my battle-scarred carcass back into the sequinned spotlight for one more overdone round -- but I could, even then, sort of see their point. Still, I dinna like it then nor do I like it now. The question is, how do I make myself fresh?
2009 is going to be a lot more social, whether I like it or not. It simply has to be. 2008, you bad wicked thing, take your angry wounds and bag of pus and filthy mind-chewing fuckbot self elsewhere and be gone. In just a few weeks there's gonna be a new sheriff in town, a shiny-skinned rosy baby sheriff with tousled curls and a dapper top hat, with a garish sass and a zing in his step, and he's gonna stomp the crap of you right into the past, history books, dust.
Anyone know any good New Year's rituals? I'm looking for something fiery, jumping thru rings but not in an Evel Knievel way. Throw me your ideas, all.
Still headachy, but I cannot in good conscience take one more freaking pill of any kind today. I'm gonna try to override this one.