September 26, 2011

• rollercoaster!

   [insert humming the Red Hot Chili Pepper hit here]

  "Elaine, don't get too down. Everything will even out. See, I have two friends. You were up, he was down. Now he's up, you're down. You see how it all evens out for me?"

  - Jerry Seinfeld, in "The Opposite"

  I had a great weekend (starting Thursday night).  I even fell into crush approximately 2 times, give or take 1.  I was invited to gatherings in public.  I managed to go out to 3 bars and a) did not feel annoyed that I was at a bar b) did not come home smelling of smoke c) did not spend a lot of money.  I managed to say only a handful of offensive things, which is excellent considering the breadth of time and volume I had to drink.  These people even became my facebook friends after the fact.  phew. 

  

  Side note:  What is going ON with me lately?  The past week or so seems to have turned into a peacock parade of temptation.  Why do guys, who I find contemptible and disgusting in general, seem so darn attractive lately?  I have literally run into every mini-crush I've had in the area recently.  Why now?  I hate this.  Also, and this might sound a little too 'Jersey Shore,' but sometimes I can't help but want to just make out with someone out of boredom.  I WON'T, jeez, I like being married too much.  I'm just saying.  I miss the making-out.  That's all. 
  

  And real-life xanga friends, don't even ask who these might be.  You don't know them and I'm never telling.  ever.

  This was all eclipsed, naturally, when I discovered that one of my dearest friends had been admitted to the hospital under mysterious conditions last night (panic attack, heart attack, seizure???) .  I can't focus and NOTHING that I could possibly have to do at work today is as important to me.  I can't wait to get out of here so I can run over to the hospital. 

  My Anthem:

  And sometimes when you're on
  You're really fuckin on
  And your friends they sing along
  And they love you
  But the lows are so extreme
  That the good seems fuckin cheap
  And it teases you for weeks in its absence
  But you'll fight and you'll make it through
  You'll fake it if you have to
  And you'll show up for work with a smile
  You'll be better
  And You'll be smarter
  And More grown up and a better daughter or son
  And a real good friend
  And you'll be awake
  You'll be alert
  You'll be positive though it hurts
  And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
  And you'll be a real good listener
  You'll be honest
  You'll be brave
  You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful
  You'll be happy

  ~Rilo Kiley "A Better Son or Daughter"

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