Now, where was I?

In just a week and some change, I take off for Argentina. I've got my passport (which apparently makes me look like a terrorist, but whatever) and I'm ready to go. The day after I return from my two-week trip abroad, I head up to Napa Valley (for work... INORITE?!).

I'm madly in love. Like wake-up-rubbing-my-eyes-and-pinching-myself-and-I-still-don't-believe-it in love. I'm going to miss my guy like fuck while I'm gone.

Fuck I'm random. Maybe it's this hot toddy I'm drinking. Maybe.

Do you ever feel like you want to jump out of your skin and start again? I used to live with no regrets. I considered every event to be a learning experience. I certainly have learned a lot, but I've been struggling over the past two years with dealing with the feelings of regret. I don't know if I could even put a finger on exact things I regret... maybe it's just some sort of chemical imbalance I could fix with a piece of paper from a shrink. I doubt it's that serious.

I'm going to stop now. Good night.

August 24, 2005 | 12:25 AM | Link | 2 comments