Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

bulletproof, nothing to lose

(Fire away, fire away.) We tried to watch a mashup (I. LOVE. MASHUPS.) while I was in Portland and the post-titular song was a part of it. In theory, anyway. Whenever we should have been hearing Guetta, all the sound just vanished. I assume there was a lawsuit of some kind brought by a whiny brat person? Who doesn't want to be in a mashup, honestly? Two or more songs coming together into one ... is 'better' the word I'm looking for? It's not. Two or more songs coming together into one earworm is good for everyone involved.

Anyway, not being able to hear the 'bulletproof' thing was very irritating, and has kept the song in my head for the last two days.

Woah. Was that their plan all along? Hashbrown selfie, guys.

I'm so tired. I didn't sleep very well while I was gone, and I just cannot get my shit together even when I'm well rested. If one of my girlfriends was at the phase in my life that I currently am, I know for certain I would have words. And ideas. And a plan for her. And I wouldn't understand why she couldn't see outside her bubble to see the clarity that's so obvious to me.

But, being where I am.

I wonder if we actually always can see with clarity, and just don't want to.

I know, I'm being a wee drama. Everything is fine. I'm talking about, like switching dog food or something. Don't worry about it.

I'm sure this is a thing in therapy. Learning to understand your own motivation so you understand the lens with which you're viewing your options, right? (Hi best friend/actual therapist, back me up here.) But I'm starting to wonder if we don't always understand, deep down. We just

always have something to lose, right?


Somebody flick me on the nose and tell me to return to my corner.

I love my butt and won't shut up