my blue period

so it's been a while. let's acknowledge and move on.

i've been really cranky and generally in bad spirits for the last few days, and i realized tonight that my period is nigh. while i'm all for aunt flow -- she's like a big bloody 'you're not pregnant' card that i get once a month -- i never liked this habit that girls fall into of blaming mood swings and erratic behavior on their special time of the month. i just didn't buy it.

As far as I was concerned, my period's only side effects were getting me out of gym and the occasional ticket. But for the first time, this month I realized that my cosmic bitca-tude directly coincided with my uterus sloughing off its lining. and i'll bet you a dollar that all my life, while i've been busy making fun of girls who blame their periods for excessive weepiness, i've been crying because i can't find a matching sock right around the time aunt flow comes riding into town.

it's like sex that way

so i'm trying to write a short piece about minigolf for LOL, and i'm wading through the infuriating minutes or hours or days that precede me finding the words that i want. i have an outline before me, a general idea of where i want to go, but no luck so far in figuring out which puzzle pieces are going to join to make the whole i'm after.

this is infuriating.

where's the bride?

if i ever get married, this will be it.

Flea Market Montgomery

one man's flea market is another man's minimall.

my night

i had a pretty wild night last night (it was a one-year breakupversary drinking whiskey and cokes watching bands drinking more whiskey and cokes kind of night) but i think my friend ty wins. he woke up this morning at the clermont lounge with a fudge round in his pocket. that country song writes itself.

words

"it's a bore, but the answer is good things only happen to you if you're good. Good? Honest is more what I mean. Not law-type honest -- I'd rob a grave, I'd steal two-bits off a dead man's eyes if I thought it would contribute to the day's enjoyment -- but unto-thyself honesty. Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn't being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other's sure to."

-- "breakfast at tiffany's," truman capote

i love having time to read again.

eeyore was right!

A short article in the New York Times reports that people in Denmark are happier than any other Western country. The reason? They don't expect good things to happen to them as much as people in other countries do, and when something good does happen, they're thrilled.

“It’s a David and Goliath thing,” said the lead author, Kaare Christensen, a professor of epidemiology at the University of Southern Denmark in Odense. “If you’re a big guy, you expect to be on the top all the time and you’re disappointed when things don’t go well. But when you’re down at the bottom like us, you hang on, you don’t expect much, and once in a while you win, and it’s that much better.”

from boingboing