Ha, another post for my own nefarious reasons. I'm not particularly inspired to write, I just want to spend some quality time with the silver prince over here. There are many lurid metaphors one could come up when describing the joy of using such a machine, but I'll keep those to myself and just say that, after the day I had, this is some goooooood extra lovin'! I can't take credit for that, either, it's a line from Jill Scott's first record. Allow me to digress even further.
This morning I woke with a most positive outlook on my life for the first time in a long time. The death grip of hormones overwhelming my body finally released its hold and my brain was once again free to frolic in gently roiling puddles of seratonin. And, it was a good hair day. I don't even think I was hungover when I woke up. I was just a little closer to myself. Circumstances that were shitty before this morning are still shitty. Nothing about my situation has changed, but how I feel about it has and what I intend to do about it has.
And then today, when I was walking to the bathroom for the 917th time (curse you, water with lemon!), so busy that the thought of not even having enough time to pee fled through my head, I caught a glimpse of myself through the corner of my eye and it was stunning and unfuckingstoppable. That's what I'm gunning for here, folks.
Tonight's broadcast brought to you by Jacobs' Creek Chardonnay (again), the still as yet uneaten Snickers (oh, the willpower!), and Steve Jobs. Oh! And Mr. Peanut.
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