If you had met me 2 years ago...

I woke up to myself - 2 years later and this is me, and nothing's different from me 2 years ago. Except I live in a somewhat boring part of town (Buckhead is boring and inconvenient, I don't care what anyone says), I make less money, have somewhat smaller boobs and thighs and an awful lot of ghastly tattoos. In certain terms, I am a little different.

This is me, 2 years later, unable to move from the spot life has put me in. It's somewhat unsettling when you confine yourself to a cubed life. I almost abruptly uprooted myself from it this year, except I lacked the cajones. Why? And here I am making fond of everyone who doesn't go after their dream. I've settled for normalcy and hide my radical self underneath all these tattoos.

I'd like to believe me, 2 years into the future will be a little less predictable, would be me a lot more exciting, happier in herself and how far she's come. 2 years seems like such a long time to not have accomplished anything.

Tongue and Groove

What makes a great evening: when you anticipate not necessarily having a good time but eventually you often do. You end the evening with loads of hugs and kisses from practical strangers, you dance until your feet hurt, you score several free drinks from said strangers and you round out the night by leaving 15 mins before the club shuts down.

If that is not a recipe for partying, I don't know what is. This place surprised me immensely. I thought, 1 hour tops and I'll be out of there. I spent 4 and a half. So much fun it had elements of Miami in it, literally and figuratively. It was just one non-stop train wreck after the other. Stuff that keeps you entertained at a low, low price.

What's not to love?

To dysfunction

I always try to stir away from dysfunction or from things, people or places that cause me to be upset. So far I've identified these items as driving, my job and of course, my family. Don't get me wrong I love my family. But we are 2 different people. They have one mind and I have another, and I dare say it is a more refined mind but I would be cheating in this complaint. It is just different. And at my age I would rather not have someone dictate to me how to live my life, even if I have lived it wrongly or rightly, I am just too old to be doctored into living the life they want. And they can't seem to understand that that doctored feeling is not working. It has never worked and it is not working right now. I prefer to make my own mistakes and lie with them. I would hate myself more if my mistakes appear to be someone else's.

So since I clearly identified them as my source of certain unhappiness I just try to keep my distance from them. You go here and I go there. No hard feelings but that's just the way it is. But here come the holidays. Isn't it hard?

After 4 days in Houston you can tell it's not been a happy time. Dysfunction non-plus.

We'll talk about this some more. I promise.