I’m leaving for Vegas in a few hours for my friend Muskrat’s wedding. I’ve never met her soon-to-be husband, but from everything she’s said about him, he sounds like a great guy. The earliest I can leave work is 2pm, and I need to get to Vegas by 7:30pm, to attend the bachelorette party held at Thunder from Down Under. Most people have been dubious about my ability to drive to Vegas in 5 1/2 hours, so I’m worried I won’t make it, especially after spending $50+ to buy a ticket. And also, I really don’t care for speedo’d gyrating men, no matter how thick their…accents.
The worst thing these days, has been not being able to blog about things daily. It’s an inhibition thing. Like today, I’m raging. I’m ridiculously pissed off. But I can’t go on a rant here for the sake of catharsis because I can’t hurt people’s feelings, should they happen to read my blog and recognize themselves. This blog used to be my greatest ally in helping me deal with life, both to vent and ponder, to pick at life’s little idiosyncrasies and feel more integrated because what I was outputting was so true to myself. And so I’ve been sitting here by myself in my office since 7am, wanting to talk about things to someone, anyone, but there’s no one on IM and there’s no one in the office and I can’t even fucking say the things I want to say on my own blog.
Perhaps it really is time for an address change.