October 6th, 2008


Can you hold this for me?

It appears that the weekend life of a reforming womanizer's pretty boring and may involve: leaving parties at 12:30, picking up women for friends, cleaning the house and eating one's weight in blueberries. Alla which are far more entertaining with a Dark 'n Stormy.

Told you before that I've done some awful things in my life. Most I can't talk about. But one thing I'm deeply ashamed of is the number of times someone gave me their heart and essentially said, Here, can you hold this for me? And take carea it, willya?

And I nod and immediately turn around, stomp the crap outta it and hand it back a wreck. It's a jerk thing to do. And I did it way too often in my 20s.

Course, someone did it to me two years ago and nuthin realigns your thinking faster than eating the stuff you make someone else eat, yeah?

That's why I keep thinking of Caligirl and if she's right. What if I really do screw everything up so I don't have to go through it again? Sir Edumond Hilary once said that, It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.

It's not easy, trying to be a better than you once were.

Music: I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
YASYCTAI: Get your shoes shined. They'll last longer and you'll look better. Hurry, before it's winter. (10 mins/1 pt)