2005-04-12 - 11:40 p.m.
So, it got cold again today, but while it was still just a little warmer (and moister) yesterday evening, I sat in my kitchen after work with the windows open, drinking a PBR, and talking to my own personal self-help guru who's got the competition hog-tied in terms of making me really believe that it's all really believable. I'm moving to Chicago, and for some reason, after yesterday, I feel like I can. 'Cause it's so easy to sit here forever, but I'll make it work--and I'll tap into resources that I'd forgotten about. Thanks, baby.
So, in other news, I had a talk with Courtney tonight (albeit brief and intensity-in-ten-cities) regarding whose truth is really, well, truth. I mean, the men I've torn through (and I did fucking "tear," thank you) will give you all the nastier elements of what is otherwise a charming, well-behaved, small-breasted, gift FROM GOD. I'll gladly toss you several autobiographical manuscripts detailing their fiascos, but they'll meet stupider girls who believe the yarns they're spinning. And they do fucking "spin." So who gets to make their story the untainted one? Who gets to pare down the Lifetime Orginal? Who the fuck gets to trot away with all of it under his belt? Oooops.
You know, darlings, I'd make a much more persuasive argument if I'd quit drinking vodka directly before a good blog.
