IT Happens

First, the person who found my blog by searching "Taco Penis" is my new hero. I'm also considering "Taco Penis" as a candidate for the next band that I put together, however, "The Gaylords" is still a front runner and the logo is already done for them. I would need to unburn a significant bridge to put that band back together, though. Also, I'd have to purchase the piano from Big.

Second, my chest is on fire. I laid by the pool with no sun screen and had a conversation yesterday and had no idea that I was setting my chest on fire. I took my shirt off last night to go to bed and was in shock at what I was looking at in the mirror. It wasn't just the Handsome shocking me, but also the burn that I had incurred from our sun god, Ra.

Third, The last 72 hours have flipped everything upside down on a personal level. Up is down, right is left, nothing makes sense, but it's all in a good way. It's not that crazy, though. Wheel of Fortune and Fall Out Boy still suck. There is a whole section of my brain that had kind of been mothballed that is all of a sudden active and it's a little uncomfortable and scary as a series of buttons are being pushed and things long since dead are roaring back to life. It's not like clown scary, instead it is like getting a new job or moving to a new place scary. You are super happy to be in the situation you are, but are scared to enjoy it in the event that someone takes it from you or you fuck it up. So, to avoid disappointment or failure, you can just not even take the risk of grabbing it and enjoying it or you can expose your neck and let the cards fall where they may. For once in a longtime, I think I'm going to expose the neck and let the cards fall. It's life's version of 52 Pickup. Basically, I haven't stopped thinking about a person since I met her on Friday. It's great until you put face wash in your hair instead of shampoo. I'm not really acclimated to the whole situation yet, but I sure am acting like an eighth grade girl staring at a boy bander on the back of a CD. It's recockulous. I need to go cruelly make fun of someone in the office to get my negative edge back, but instead, just this once, I'll just sit here and smile dimly while I work this morning. I can't believe I just wrote that previous paragraph and pushed it down the tubes we call the InterWeb, but it's all part of the deal.