Man, I have a dilemma. Do what I always do and bail when sh*t gets hard or take a new tack, reassess my interest and eventual goal and see what happens? I just don’t know. I’m tired of “being involved” in things I’m not involved in; I’m tired of negotiating the opinions and behavior of people I don’t actually know; I’m tired of being asked to care about things that have nothing to do with my life. And never will. Sorry for the cryptic. Those previous sentences were really just for me. It helps to write that stuff down sometimes. It clarifies the issue a bit…
I volunteered to help keep score for this weekend’s tournament and — of course — I’m scheduled for an 8 am game Sunday. Hope they don’t mind if I’m hung over. Because I guarantee I will be.
The Mohel sends great links.
I have to give a shoutout to the coach for the following quote, said to me last night after we moonlighted with the Labor Dept. team and while helping me work some things out: “Hey, um Sarah, look, if you could stop being hurt by all the sh*tty things I do that would be cool. I mean, it makes me feel bad and that’s kind of inconvenient for me so, um, if you could quit, that would really help me out. Thanks.” Perspective and a good laugh all at the same time. Marvelous combination.
Mr. Brown gives us Uncle Sugar. Dig.
I have taken to watching this trash. It’s so bad. It’s horribly bad. Abby Lee is Beelzebub. It wouldn’t shock me if she winds up dead in the alley behind her studio, strangled by a pair of opaque glitter tights. I’m riveted.
My friend Will O just celebrated a birthday and a friend of his wrote him a haiku. It’s beautiful.
dude it’s your birthday
remember putt putt parties?
those were fun as shit
Finally, a new friend posted this and I got chills listening. I liked that.