I absolutely love Stella Artois and Blue Moon and double cheese burgers. Patron straight from the freezer is not a bad thing either. I also think that jager bombs should be outlawed. Or maybe that's the Parton speaking...
Jack Black's 'Fuck Her Gently' is still in my head and makes me miss New York; We found Zanzibar in Hell's Kitchen! Julie sang me the song and Diane danced to it and I have it on video. Those two keep me sane.
We had planned to wake up at 8 to go to the beach this morning. Clearly this did not happen. Its grey and gloomy outside and it looks like it should be cold, but its just another warm Miami Saturday. Winter, where did you go?!
Yesterday, my Dashboard tickets arrived! I called House of Blues to find out what to do about Erin and they have a separate line and section for limited mobility. Its not close enough to the stage for my taste, so we'll see what happens. Next order of business: send out email, see what plans can be made for meet and greet. I'm a good big sister. Sometimes.
La Minnie and Diesel are fighting on the couch. Minnie's a little bitch. Not only did she eat all her food, she ate D's too. And she won't let him do anything in the house without a fight. I love it. Poor Diesel...
I still don't know where this thing with Danny is headed. One day I feel like things could go farther, then the next I feel like its a waste of time. Maybe I have to let go and be myself around him. That is so hard for me! I love hugging him, since he's so much taller than I am, I feel like I get lost in his arms. I could spend all day like that, I think. He's so gentle with me too. I don't remember what this is supposed to feel like. At the same time, I wonder if he's doing all this just because he's heard stories from Oscar, Elie, Rick, Ivan... I really don't know what to think or what not to think or what to expect or what not to expect or... or... or...
And here she goes, back down the rabbit hole. She lets herself fall and doesn't try to stop it. There is plenty for her to grab on to, branches and rocks and things, but she just lets the ground come closer and closer. The world is spinning counterclockwise and she sees all kinds of colors and other odd things. "Let go," the rabbit says. It sounds so easy, but she just gives him a puzzled look and tries to grasp thin air and can't catch her breath. "Everything seems so easy when one is falling," she says. She closes her eyes and sees the things she has been trying to avoid. The images that are spinning in her mind go from amazing to miserable and when she tries to open her eyes to get away, she's stuck. "Help!" she shouts, but the rabbit just chuckles his grainy little laugh. "Please, Mister Rabbit, how does one escape from this place? How does one get rid of these thoughts and images and memories?" she asks, almost in a panic. The rabbit just shakes his head and simply says, "All this is a part of you. You have to accept it before you can move on and let go. You need to fall before you can figure out how to get back up. Fall. Just fall." And she screams.
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