Much has happened. One of these days, I'm gonna feel eloquent enough to actually convey the madness that has been my life this summer. Not that I'm complaining... I wouldn't have it any other way. The bullshit that was Cornbread has taught me that once again, I'm too much for most of the men on this planet. C'est l'vie. Perhaps one day it'll happen for me.
...I doubt it, though.
In the meantime, my Phils have regined supreme over the NL East. Mets who? Mets what? Yeah, that's what I thought. It's been a long uphill battle, fellas. There's more to come. But this time, I think we're ready.
GO PHILLIES!!
Back with
Fright Factory. Rob don't look as good as he used to, but he's still in there somewhere. Hopefully they'll be flexible with the opening weekend - Ed's wedding is that weekend, so I gotta wiggle out of performing to go out to Pittsburg for the wedding. *rolls eyes* Of course, opening weekend of my favorite season, and I'll be on the otherside of this hick-ridden state, watching two people get something that'll never happen for me. WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME!?!
GEMINI: Don't isolate yourself when you're feeling down. People will support you, or at least listen, when you share your feelings.
Yeah, right. Easier said than done.
Whatever. Hopefully I'll be too busy this month to really care about the fact that the "Old Cat Lady" spot has my name on it. Granted, the nights'll be getting colder and longer, and the cravings for warm flesh beside me will get worse. But hey - as long as potatoes are destined to be vodka, all is not lost.
Speaking of which, my ice cubes are getting a bit dry. I'll leave you to your devices.