Ferrick …make it stop!
I try to hit “shuffle” – but I stop myself or am quickly returning to, yet again…
Press music, press artist, press FERRICK…press Massive Blur.
I have now listening to Massive Blur probably 50 times in the past 10 days.
OCD – me? nah? A woman I was dating said “I think you are a little obsessive – so there”? (we were fighting)
Yeah so…better then disinterested I say, so there.
But that is my brain, an addicts brain and now my brain is on Ferrick & damn this is a long, long phase.
Exhausted a two hour drive for a family gathering today each way (yes of course with M.F in the F-ing car all the way).
I always feel like an alien at family gatherings and I want to ask “ok which nurse switched babies by mistake in the hospital” – as I just do not fit.
I brought a bottle of shiraz, the entire afternoon I drank it. “Deadliest Catch” played continuously on the tv. No one had anything interesting to say – no books read, movies watched, jobs that bring something thrilling or meaningful to their lives. I drank more – I filled myself with greasy, unhealthy food that was as uninspired as the conversation.
I left…phew. My favorite dog Mr. Bliss is lying across my legs, I just adore him more than anything on earth. He is my dog soulmate.
Ok signing out on a Sunday. I just sent a message to Ms. o.c.d – I guess that proves her point. But then I am queer and our “post relationships” are often far, far longer lasting then our relationships.
Save me from myself – hit repeat, repeat, repeat ad nauseum. Sigh.