What IS the origin of "Daddy-O", anyway? Is it from the French?
What a terrible night. Well, not in totality, but I am rather rigorously depressed at this point.
Last night I was drinking by 6, although I did stumble across some lovely cheap, casual Illinois wines, which was unexpected. Tom M picked me up and we went over to Brian and Nana's to play tennis, where Nana and I kicked some ass and took some names.
This is not because I play tennis well. (I get very excited when I hit the ball.) I am in significantly better shape than last year, though. I was too tired for the steep hill frisbee running, but badass enough to hold my own over the court while we were playing the tennis, which was very exciting. Nana is some kind of crazy tennis guru and was rocking out in her mini skirt and A.A. Sneakers. Brian is the next tennis ninja, but only because he's so freaking athletic. Tom is in better shape than myself, but only a slightly better tennis player than I am, so the teams were decently fair advantage boys. But as I said last night, "the advantage is ALWAYS with the girls".
I have forgotten the Japanese word for "sorry". Any ideas?
I just felt, I don't know, astonishingly invisible no matter how preformative I would act. I guess I was hoping being around friends would be a crutch, but it only pushed me out of being sad and into depression, which is a lovely way to start the day.
I also fell asleep in the grass with a bottle of wine tucked under my head. It was very peaceful. Take that as you will.
Oh and as for depression reading lj, why is it people say things like, "I miss you! We never hang out! We need to hang out!" and then host elaborate events that you're never invited too? I mean, I can sense shmoozing a mile off, and I don't think that's what... (It's as though I have an allergy to shmoozing. It's blazingly apparent in much the same way that I know if a dog's walked my path in the last several hours. Also, proclamations on maintaining hope in troubled times make me a little violent -- ah, what has the world done to ya' now?)
People tell me I should write again, you know, they toss out well meaning and true propositions on only getting better if you go through the crap again, you can't know till you try, things like that. I have been trying, though. I'll send out tenuous little blurbs every so often with no response back. *throws arms in the air* What do you people want?
I should take some time to check on that writing community I signed up for since, you know, part of signing up was agreeing to be active.
I should go through M-As stuff.
M-As stuff, M-As stuff, M-As stuff. Yar.
Last night I was drinking by 6, although I did stumble across some lovely cheap, casual Illinois wines, which was unexpected. Tom M picked me up and we went over to Brian and Nana's to play tennis, where Nana and I kicked some ass and took some names.
This is not because I play tennis well. (I get very excited when I hit the ball.) I am in significantly better shape than last year, though. I was too tired for the steep hill frisbee running, but badass enough to hold my own over the court while we were playing the tennis, which was very exciting. Nana is some kind of crazy tennis guru and was rocking out in her mini skirt and A.A. Sneakers. Brian is the next tennis ninja, but only because he's so freaking athletic. Tom is in better shape than myself, but only a slightly better tennis player than I am, so the teams were decently fair advantage boys. But as I said last night, "the advantage is ALWAYS with the girls".
I have forgotten the Japanese word for "sorry". Any ideas?
I just felt, I don't know, astonishingly invisible no matter how preformative I would act. I guess I was hoping being around friends would be a crutch, but it only pushed me out of being sad and into depression, which is a lovely way to start the day.
I also fell asleep in the grass with a bottle of wine tucked under my head. It was very peaceful. Take that as you will.
Oh and as for depression reading lj, why is it people say things like, "I miss you! We never hang out! We need to hang out!" and then host elaborate events that you're never invited too? I mean, I can sense shmoozing a mile off, and I don't think that's what... (It's as though I have an allergy to shmoozing. It's blazingly apparent in much the same way that I know if a dog's walked my path in the last several hours. Also, proclamations on maintaining hope in troubled times make me a little violent -- ah, what has the world done to ya' now?)
People tell me I should write again, you know, they toss out well meaning and true propositions on only getting better if you go through the crap again, you can't know till you try, things like that. I have been trying, though. I'll send out tenuous little blurbs every so often with no response back. *throws arms in the air* What do you people want?
I should take some time to check on that writing community I signed up for since, you know, part of signing up was agreeing to be active.
I should go through M-As stuff.
M-As stuff, M-As stuff, M-As stuff. Yar.