In Over My Head.....

….officially.

So what the fuck else is new though, really?

Ahem...

Weekend sum up:

Tim Hortons.
Glitter, feathers, corsets, high heels, high kicks, high, high, high……
Repeat.
Gin, vodka, cranberry gingerale, Lucky Lager, Burt Reynolds in a shot glass.
Repeat.
Repeat.
2 hours of sleep…..in a sleeping bag…with no pillow…on the floor.
Smitty’s.
Value Village…..oh yes.
Strippers at 4pm.
Thinking….”I could do that….”
Realizing…”I could do that….better…”
Vodka and Red Bull.
Duran Duran, Culture Club, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, Billie Joel, Bon Jovi, The Police, Pat Benatar, Madonna, George Michael, Sting, Aerosmith….and MJ. Oh MJ……
Big hair, bad make-up, boobs, booty and a bunch of bad-ass chicks...rockin out.
Gin.
Gin.
Gin.
3 hours of sleep…..in a sleeping bag….with no pillow…on the floor.
Rain, rain, rain…..Tim Hortons…..the highway…….
Home Sweet Home.
Big smile.
Big sigh.
Back to reality.

School is a blog for another time. For now, I am grateful for gin, girls and glitter…and John Mayer…….

…..And I could see clearly
An indelible line was drawn
Between what was good
What just slipped out and what went wrong…….

…It's really over, you made your stand
You got me crying, as well as you planned
But when my loneliness is through, I'm gonna find another you…….


……When I was your lover
No one else would do
If I'm forced to find another, I hope she looks like you
Yeah and she's nicer too….

….Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love me or the thought of me? me or the thought of me?.......

…when you’re dreaming with a broken heart…..

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

And so it goes…..

Image
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind, the kind that makes you feel exhilarated and high one minute, and downright nauseous the next. Life continues to surprise me, even in my old, old age. It’s always been my personal belief that unless you learn the lessons life throws your way the first time it does so, you will be forced/doomed to repeat your mistakes and learn those life lessons, over and over and over, with the stakes becoming higher and higher each time. The following is one life lesson I think I’ve finally learned. Nothing in life will ever happen the way you expect it to. Seriously. Ever. You can wrack your brain and exhausted every possible scenario that you ever imagine could possible be conceived. You will mentally and emotionally prepare yourself for every single one of these scenarios and arm yourself with the knowledge that your confidence, strength of character, and those deep breathing medititation exercises you spent the past 3 months honing will carry you through.
Read more

Just Sayin....

The air has become a thick wet blanket that lays over the city. The heat and humidity wrap around you as soon as you step outside and the smells that normally circulate the streets have become magnified and soupy. Rainy season is here. Went out for Mexican last night with some friends, and found myself sipping beer on the streets at 1am, smoking a cigarette and reminicing about Nirvana, Mos Def, Pearl Jam and MJ. The mosquitoes here are not normal mosquitoes. They are mutants sent from the planet Insect Revenge to wreak havoc on us poor unsuspecting expats, who foolishly did not stock up on OFF! prior to leaving their countries of origin. My students actually laughed at me and my swollen arms and ankles and two of them suggested rubbing kimchi on the bites themselves to help them disappear faster. I told them I was going to rub kimchi on their faces if they actually thought I would fall for that. The next day one of the girls brought me a bottle of lotion to help “not have red and puff
Read more

Boys will be boys

I’m feeling pretty good about the fact that it’s Friday. This week was one of non-stop stress, climaxing yesterday evening with an incident in one of my classes, involving me, a group of four thirteen year old boys and a serious flashback to a memory of me in junior high school. In this memory, which took place on a Wednesday afternoon (funny how stuff like that sticks with you), I was late for class and running down the hallway. I passed by a group of guys I knew in passing, who were undoubtably skipping class, who proceeded to chase me down said hallway, barking at the top of their lungs. You know. Cause I’m ugly. Like a dog. Get it? I ended up missing class because I was holed up in the girl’s washroom, bawling my face off, and too scared to come out in case they were waiting for me outside the door. This is a moment for me; I’d just like to point out. I just revealed an incredibly humiliating memory, and am allowing myself to be brutally honest with the three of you who actually re
Read more