It Could Only Get Better, Really October 23, 2008

It seems like every interaction I have with another human being makes me realize how much of a jerk The Jerk was.  I mean, seriously.  About a month ago when I was talking to him, he pretty much outright admitted that he manipulated me.  For a long time, I had suspicions of that, but I wanted to believe that he was a better person than someone who would string me along for years and I was a better person than someone who would go along with it.  I mean, there are so many things that I could list that make him a jerk, but it would be long and not worth it.  But now that I’m seeing someone new who is actually really great, I can see all horrible things that The Jerk really did to me.  I’m not sure how I feel about having to meet someone else to actually fully realize this, but there it is, and I don’t mind.  I think the good thing about this man is that I’m even-keeled when I’m with him and when I’m not.  It’s not a roller coaster of overwhelming emotion, first good then horrible.

But the good news is that this man is here, and I enjoy being with him.  It’s completely different from what I thought I had with The Jerk.  I have control of myself in this relationship and the direction that it’s going in, and there is mutual respect there.  I’m enjoying it.  We’ll see what becomes of it. 

 

And P.S. I really like Ane Brun’s music.

Nice October Surprise, McCain October 8, 2008

Last night me and the neighbors got together for a drinking game during the presidential debate.  We brought our shot glasses, and there was Captain Morgan, Jack Daniels, and some other girly liquor that was good in between the Captain and Jack.  We decided on half shots so we wouldn’t get too wasted.  I picked the keywords that we would drink on, and they were maverick, Main Street, and change.  Well jeez, they must’ve wised up since the last one because those words were not flying like they usually do.  So about 8ish minutes into the debate, after only doing one shot to McCain’s use of “Main Street,” we decided we needed to add a little more.  They looked to me, so I said drink when Obama blames something on Bush, and drink when McCain says “my friends.”  Well, shit, didn’t McCain start saying that every time he opened his mouth.  We got trashed and we stopped drinking about half way through the debate.

Final tally (although I lost count of use of “my friends”):

Main Street: Once, McCain
Change: Once, Obama
Maverick: zero
Obama blaming something on Bush: once
My friends: at least 8

So I can blame my drunkenness on McCain.  I mean, it got to the point where every time McCain would say “my friends,” we would all groan.  This is one more thing I can blame on McCain.  Not only did I get trashed, but I woke up this morning and was possibly still drunk (I know I wasn’t, but it sure felt shitty).  Going to work was not fun for about the first two hours not including the commute.  Thank goodness I had chased every shot with water so I didn’t have a headache.

How’s that for an October surprise?  I’ll get you drunk!