I'm not sure why though. Maybe so I can still go to group on Monday and yell at Cheryl and J. Thank you very much, I appreciate it. Hah.
So I'm off to the movies. Figured I can catch one more Colin Firth movie. Just like me to be in love with a repressed British movie star.
There's an entire AA Clubhouse that's LGBT in Ft. Lauderdale. You gotta love big cities. Maybe I'll check it out. Maybe I can get laid or something. At least it'd be doing something life affirming, right? Sex is life affirming, is it not? Or I could go the Bill route and think it's scary and self-destructive. Whatever. I'm not sure who is right on this one.
"I'm having trouble saying what I mean
with dead poets and drum machines...
Nothing I write is ever good enough"
---Natasha Bedingfield "These Words"
Cheesy song, but has some great lyrical bits.
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