12:59am MST, drunk:
Sitting on the edge of a railing,
13 stories up,
one tends to get a clear picture of things.
Curious what comes to mind
when ascending over things meant to keep safe thoughts in.
Such an amazing woman
in my life these days.
Seriously contemplating the big question.
no.
Planning on the big question.
You were the only answer.
Somehow still feel disconnected.
EtOH makes this possible?
Pipe smoking supposed to help,
but doesn't.
Ghosts still haunt.
Can still hear her singing
Can still see
Her opening that door
Can still feel
They will see us waving from such...great...heights...
Upon the rail
Among the weeds
I had a moment of
Serenity...
Sitting on the edge of a railing,
13 stories up,
one tends to get a clear picture of things.
Curious what comes to mind
when ascending over things meant to keep safe thoughts in.
Such an amazing woman
in my life these days.
Seriously contemplating the big question.
no.
Planning on the big question.
You were the only answer.
Somehow still feel disconnected.
EtOH makes this possible?
Pipe smoking supposed to help,
but doesn't.
Ghosts still haunt.
Can still hear her singing
Can still see
Her opening that door
Can still feel
They will see us waving from such...great...heights...
Upon the rail
Among the weeds
I had a moment of
Serenity...
If any of you that read this have, or plan to have, children, please read this.
As your pediatrician, I highly recommend you not be a jackass.
As your pediatrician, I highly recommend you not be a jackass.
If God came down on Christmas Day, I know exactly what he'd say.
He'd say "OY!" to the punks, "OY!" to the skins. "OY!" to the world.
He'd say "OY!" to the punks, "OY!" to the skins. "OY!" to the world.
Come on guys. message me before thinking we can be friends.
On another note, as your community physician, I'd like to recommend against paying money to fly out and stay with your ex when they're even remotely involved with anyone. Yes, I speak from experience, as mine is probably failing miserably at attempting to have "quiet" sex in the room below me, just like last night. Yes, the walls and floors are thinner than anyone realizes, and yes, it's incredibly awkward. In fact, if you're not prepared for it, it's incredibly painful as well, to the point that I was seriously planning how to leave town as quickly as possible.
However, should you find yourself in this situation, I do recommend the following:
1. Take 3 Benadryl and put your headphones or earplugs in. Try your best to breathe rhythmically and deeply, and clear your mind until the Benadryl kicks in.
2. When you wake up you'll most likely feel a bit more calm about things, but don't be surprised if you're still considering the previous nights frantic plans.
3. Now. If you're really still sore about things, make the arrangements, and get the hell out. There is absolutely no sense in trying to be the "good person" and continuing to tolerate this kind of torture.
or
If you're like me, and still consider your ex a good person, and are genuinely interested in retaining some semblance of a friendship, patiently distract yourself with something to occupy your brain for a while, until you can have a serious discussion with said sex-offenser. You may find that his heart-to-heart gives you the chance to directly and succinctly express your annoyances, thereby lifting this weight from your chest. You may find that this honesty and consideration, that this friend is worth your effort to work it out, actually convinces said friend to give you the courtesy of not flaunting their new "toys" in your ears while you're their guest. You may actually find that this discussion leads to an unexpected bonding experience, and that it may very well open up the KY-clogged lines of communication between you, and allow you to let go some of your old feelings for this person. Indeed, you may very well be surprised.
I still don't think I should be here, but I'm a bit better now, and I think I can stick it out for another 36h. Frankly, with tmrw's weather, I have to, but that's neither here nor there. These past two months have been by far the most absurd of my life in so many ways. I'll write more about it later, to be sure, but this hellish roller coaster ain't over yet, so stay tuned.
On another note, as your community physician, I'd like to recommend against paying money to fly out and stay with your ex when they're even remotely involved with anyone. Yes, I speak from experience, as mine is probably failing miserably at attempting to have "quiet" sex in the room below me, just like last night. Yes, the walls and floors are thinner than anyone realizes, and yes, it's incredibly awkward. In fact, if you're not prepared for it, it's incredibly painful as well, to the point that I was seriously planning how to leave town as quickly as possible.
However, should you find yourself in this situation, I do recommend the following:
1. Take 3 Benadryl and put your headphones or earplugs in. Try your best to breathe rhythmically and deeply, and clear your mind until the Benadryl kicks in.
2. When you wake up you'll most likely feel a bit more calm about things, but don't be surprised if you're still considering the previous nights frantic plans.
3. Now. If you're really still sore about things, make the arrangements, and get the hell out. There is absolutely no sense in trying to be the "good person" and continuing to tolerate this kind of torture.
or
If you're like me, and still consider your ex a good person, and are genuinely interested in retaining some semblance of a friendship, patiently distract yourself with something to occupy your brain for a while, until you can have a serious discussion with said sex-offenser. You may find that his heart-to-heart gives you the chance to directly and succinctly express your annoyances, thereby lifting this weight from your chest. You may find that this honesty and consideration, that this friend is worth your effort to work it out, actually convinces said friend to give you the courtesy of not flaunting their new "toys" in your ears while you're their guest. You may actually find that this discussion leads to an unexpected bonding experience, and that it may very well open up the KY-clogged lines of communication between you, and allow you to let go some of your old feelings for this person. Indeed, you may very well be surprised.
I still don't think I should be here, but I'm a bit better now, and I think I can stick it out for another 36h. Frankly, with tmrw's weather, I have to, but that's neither here nor there. These past two months have been by far the most absurd of my life in so many ways. I'll write more about it later, to be sure, but this hellish roller coaster ain't over yet, so stay tuned.
Time to stop being underappreciated. I'm cutting you bitches out. Fuck this. 
PS: Note to girls: Quit fucking around and figure you're shit out. Then, and this is KEY, sack up and say so! FUCK!
PS: Note to girls: Quit fucking around and figure you're shit out. Then, and this is KEY, sack up and say so! FUCK!
Hey SG. I'm not gonna lie, I'm drunk and stoned.
Just got back from the G-Love and Special Sauce show up here at Red Butte. Fuckin fantastic show. That guy is one HELL of a musician, and I dig that. Just sucks that I have to go do all these amazing things by myself. I did run into a rad girl I know and her dog, but she had to bone out to go do "work." What's the deal with all these monkeys who work so hard, eh? Doctors or not, life's just too damned short for that shit. Maybe I'll never understand it.
So G-Love played one of Jack Johnson's songs tonight, and it hit me pretty hard. Maybe it was the moonlight, maybe the PBR, but I had one of those moments. The ones where you just kinda trip out, and things in life hit you extra hard. That probably makes no sense, but if it's happened to you, you'll understand. Anyway, it brought me down a bit. Luckily I've got this great, completely inconsequential space here on SG to be completely honest with no one but myself. Que theraputico!
Bottom line is: I hate, hate, HATE bein alone. I know a lot of people say you should be able to be fine by yourself, and I am. Hell, I've been doin it my whole life. But then, that may be the problem entirely. Who knows? What I do know is I'm sick and tired of goin to shows I love on my own cause people are flakey as shit or just aren't into what I am.
So let's go to a show for once, huh? I'm out.
Just got back from the G-Love and Special Sauce show up here at Red Butte. Fuckin fantastic show. That guy is one HELL of a musician, and I dig that. Just sucks that I have to go do all these amazing things by myself. I did run into a rad girl I know and her dog, but she had to bone out to go do "work." What's the deal with all these monkeys who work so hard, eh? Doctors or not, life's just too damned short for that shit. Maybe I'll never understand it.
So G-Love played one of Jack Johnson's songs tonight, and it hit me pretty hard. Maybe it was the moonlight, maybe the PBR, but I had one of those moments. The ones where you just kinda trip out, and things in life hit you extra hard. That probably makes no sense, but if it's happened to you, you'll understand. Anyway, it brought me down a bit. Luckily I've got this great, completely inconsequential space here on SG to be completely honest with no one but myself. Que theraputico!
Bottom line is: I hate, hate, HATE bein alone. I know a lot of people say you should be able to be fine by yourself, and I am. Hell, I've been doin it my whole life. But then, that may be the problem entirely. Who knows? What I do know is I'm sick and tired of goin to shows I love on my own cause people are flakey as shit or just aren't into what I am.
So let's go to a show for once, huh? I'm out.
