A Dino Named Tito, and Other Various Things.-

I feel as though I must preface this entry with the fact that I am drunk.  I drank enough to make my body disagree with me, which is delightful in some ways.  Also, I must say that as vulgar as this sounds, Hot Chocolate + does NOT taste bad coming back up, thought it IS what put me over the edge.

A delightful few days I have been having.  And by few days, I mean a few weeks, and nothing less than a few months of discovery and many moments with my eyes wide open and my mouth shut for fear of losing a moment or two from memory and wasting them on words.

Tonight I went with a couple of people to one of the two bars across the street.  I drank many drinks...four or five-ish.  ...Pineapple Upside-Down Cake was the drink of choice (for all of those who inquire, you know who you are!).  I got lost in the citrus and sweetness.  I also had a meaningful, reflective conversation on the fire escape.  It seems like that humble place doesn't know its value.  It rests there in case of an emergency, but it allows for so many more things to happen, and supports us (or me) through it all.  It gives a wonderful view of Lockland, as well...which is such an easy transition for me.

I have been up to a few things lately!  I went shopping this past weekend.  I also have been letting my mouth cause some...excitement, for lack of better words.  I have been letting my drunken innocence set my sharp tongue free, and I have been mean to people who I let become the faces and catalysts for my aggression at the stereotypes that they so idiotically and proudly represent.

Thanksgiving is a day and a breath away.  I'm okay with that.  I will have cranberries, and AND my place of employment had a Thanksgiving of sorts.  I was not emotional at all about it.  ...though I may become so...we will see.  I'm trying to be aware so that my emotions cannot affect any of this.  ...but emotions are...natural, so I will deal with them in the most...rational way possible.  This sounds ridiculous, but alas, it is.

I feel as though so much joy exists in me right now.  I am listening to Postcards From Italy by Beirut and...I feel like with every staccato but full-knowing strum of the guitar, my happiness seeps out into the world and dances around to be shared with everyone.  EVERYONE.  Even the crazy people.  Even the ignorant people.  Even those who purposely do not do what they love.  Even them.

I went shopping last weekend!  It was a fun experience.  I feel like an ambassador for something every time I go out.  Random people always comment on my hair or on my tattoos, or have to share life stories with me.  I'm completely fine with that...I just feel as though I'm more aware of my actions then. ...not like when I'm drunk.  ...Then I can just freely tell people what I think about them.  ...not that I don't otherwise...Well.  I may have a little more tact when sober.  Whatevs.

I am in the process of making cinnamon rolls!  I have not made them for quite a while.  I feel like this is saying something about my comfort level in Cincinnati.  I feel good enough to share such a thing with the people about whom I care.  I wish could just deliver them to more people before they go bad!  We will see what happens.  I must wake up tomorrow.  ...which is today.  There is a show that I'm going to on Wednesday night!  It is the day before Thanksgiving and I am infinitely excited!  I'm not really sure if any of this blog will make sense, or entertain anyone.  ...but I have so much about which I wish to talk...and every time I go to write about it, it all seems to escape me and dance around me to entertain.  Blech!

Joey Votto is the Rookie of the Year or something baseball related.  That is my Cincinnati reference, other than the alcohol I have so generously donated to the sewer system by way of my mouth.  Tomorrow, I may have the bottle flu.  I'm okay with that.  I'm....okay with that.  The only things I wish that would exist in my life right now that don't are: a heated blanket.  Aladdin...I can't find my copy.  ...and maybe an extra meaningful hug now and then.  I'm getting far more hugs from people now than before.  ...I must be ninja-like and steal more!  ...I am in a very good place.  I am happy that I have had the opportunity to experience the things that I have here.  And...I thank everyONE who made that possible.  Thank you.  <3

Beirut.  Postards from Italy.  Most of you I'm sure won't be into it.  ...but you can check out my mood for this by listening to that.

I hope that you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving.  I will not spend mine at Grandma's house with a traditional lunch and the hopes of Aunt Pam's gelatin dessert with fruit...or the Dallas Cowboys, who, by the way suck.  ...really?  REALLY?  They aren't good.  I heard someone refer to them as "America's football team"...if so, then it really IS a sign of where America is.  ...and those uniforms.  I digress.

Goodnight, good afternoon, and just...good lives to all. <3