Well here's a change of pace for everyone concerned: I'm talking philosophy rather than my sadly misguided love life. I am posting drunk, as evidenced by the fact that I had to go look up myopic to see if it fit in the above sentence, so take that for what you will ( Read more... )

By inclination, I'm a healer. What that means is my first reaction, upon meeting people, is to understand why they tick and try to ease where that tick is chiming off-time. It's not the most natural fit, given my equal tendency towards pensiveness and self-absorbtion, but we don't always get to choose deep traits like that, and I just see so much ( Read more... )

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It's kinda funny after the last post, but I realized the two songs I've had on loop exemplify my back and forth moodiness perfectly.

"There's Hope" by India.Arie

Back when I had a little
I thought that I needed a lot
A little was over rated,
but a lot was a little too complicated
You see-Zero didn't satisfy me
A million didn't make me happy
That's ( Read more... )

I think I'm starting to unravel again, but at least now I know what's going on. It doesn't help with the sinking feeling of depression or malaise, but at least I stop myself from blaming others for what's going on in my head. A small improvement, and one which doesn't prevent me from freezing out friends, but at least I've let go of some of the ( Read more... )

I'm off to Montreal to get drunk with my cousin and celebrate her marriage. w00t. See you all on the 9th!

Give me your pity. For nigh on three hours now, I have had the theme song from "The Nanny" stuck on loop in my head.

"She went over the bridge to Queens to the Sheffields door. She was there to sell makeup, but the father saw more..."

I feel like I'm living one long Ellen joke. Tag, you're it.

So. I think we can call Kitty's apartment officially "warmed".

This should really be a short post. That's the plan, anyway.

The human mind is a twisted little piece of work, and I mean that in both the physical and metaphorical sense. Physically I understand that if all the wrinkles in the brain were to be unravelled, it would be several feet long. Or maybe that's the intenstines? Damn. Gonna have to look that ( Read more... )