Purging all that is bad
All that purging I did this weekend set me straight in my head. Sometimes it is not the LaLaLaLa experiences that you need to get right, sometimes you get right from the wretching, purging experiences like I had this weekend. At some point when I was on all fours in the grass and contemplating the makeshift yellow bucket toilet one more time, I said to myself, “Self,” I said, “fuck a bunch of drama.”
I had made a wish to have someone come into my life in 2008 who I could have fun and sex with – instead I’m looking around and the person who caught my heart brings heartache and no fun at all – so, dear reader, pragmatist that I am, I purged all feelings, all wantings, all longings, for this person – all of it down into Bayou ____ and I came back healthier (despite how I look).
When I enter 2008, I know I’ll have a good time and if I’m lonely – which happens hardly ever – I know where to find people to pass me a good time, yeah. Now that is the good life.