Curling Blows

Ok, curling is officially the dumbest sport on the face of the planet. I don’t even know that I can go so far as to call it a sport, however seeing as how I re-pulled my hamstring playing it, I feel like I have to deem it a sport only so I don’t go throw myself off a building. For anyone who enjoys curling, I certainly mean no disrespect. I just don’t really get the appeal. Not only did I engage in curling...which was weird enough...I injured myself curling. This may be the saddest day of my life!

So in light of my fun filled afternoon, I got a little loaded again last night. Not that that’s anything new, but rather than being my usual happy-drunk-self, I was on the cusp of beating some ass. People...one person in particular... were pissing me off something fierce. And I had the rebel yell in me…not a good combination when you’re around coworkers...and when the person in question is one of your boys. Those of you that know me know that I’m not a particularly violent person, but I do have a mouth… and I can be pretty fucking biting with my sarcasm when you push me beyond my threshold...which those of you who do know me...know isn’t that far. Fortunately the 24 year old recognized the impending shit storm and got me out of there before the winds really picked up.

I have to admit it …I think I like this girl. That scares me a little bit because there is a large part of me that says that’s the last thing I need right now. But at the same time...this just feels very different from some previous situations. And I can’t put my finger on what exactly that is, but whatever it is, I think it may be a good thing. At a minimum I feel out of my comfort zone and maybe that in and of itself is a positive. It’s certainly something that I haven’t allowed myself to do in a long time. And lord knows my “comfort zone” hasn’t exactly led to any sort of positive outcomes on the romantic front in recent years. I keep looking for reasons to run for the hills on this one, but to be honest I can’t find any…at least any that make any sense. At the end of the day, she’s really hard not to like. She’s fun…she’s smoking hot...she’s smart...she’s down to earth. She’s probably more mature than I am...which granted so are most 3rd graders...but she has a calmness and perspective to her that is well beyond her years…or at least the place where most people are at when they’re 24. I don’t know where all this is going to lead, but I have to say I feel pretty good about the direction right now. And that’s kind of refreshing in a way.

Anyway, Happy Friday to all! It’s going to cold as hell here this weekend, so those of you who are in SoCal...take advantage for me!

BD