Pass The Ritalin
I am a walking dichotomy. A living paradox. I am the unequivocal conundrum. Or maybe I just have ADHD. I spent six years in a marriage where every day, I essentially wished I were single and alone. Now that I'm single and alone, I miss having someone around. That is, until I have someone around, then I pretty much want to be alone. I'm convinced I can't be happy. I'm confident that I'm somewhat bipolar.
Austin City Limits is a great show.
I say again...ADHD.
Now, where was I. Oh yes...my Janusian ways. I'm sitting here at midnight-thirty, alone by choice, watching PBS. I've had a great dude night, watching dude movies, drinking dude beer. Yet here at the end of the night, I want companionship. Not in the Smoking Hot Porn Star Sex way...I'm too fucking tired for that right now anyway (well...maybe not), but honestly, in the I Want To Fall Asleep With Someone way. Shit, now I sound all chick-like. But you get what I'm saying. Maybe its just convenient co-dependence. Who the fuck knows.
Oh, for those who care about such things, I'm pretty sure Lousiville just scored again.
Anywho, don't cry for me (...I'm already dead - who said that, on what show? Correct answer gets a prize). I'll be fine tomorrow. In the meanwhile, I'm finally posting some pics of the living room in Casa de Sethro. Feng shui, bitches.
Austin City Limits is a great show.
I say again...ADHD.
Now, where was I. Oh yes...my Janusian ways. I'm sitting here at midnight-thirty, alone by choice, watching PBS. I've had a great dude night, watching dude movies, drinking dude beer. Yet here at the end of the night, I want companionship. Not in the Smoking Hot Porn Star Sex way...I'm too fucking tired for that right now anyway (well...maybe not), but honestly, in the I Want To Fall Asleep With Someone way. Shit, now I sound all chick-like. But you get what I'm saying. Maybe its just convenient co-dependence. Who the fuck knows.
Oh, for those who care about such things, I'm pretty sure Lousiville just scored again.
Anywho, don't cry for me (...I'm already dead - who said that, on what show? Correct answer gets a prize). I'll be fine tomorrow. In the meanwhile, I'm finally posting some pics of the living room in Casa de Sethro. Feng shui, bitches.
posted by sethro at 12:16:00 AM
5 Comments:
I am Leo...hear me roar...
My metro-dom isn't limited to my fantastic sense of style in my wardrobe. Ty Pennington, move the fuck over.
Oh. My. My very own blog stalker???
*sniff*
I am complete. I've pined for a blog stalker for so long, and now you come along. Say you'll never leave me, Bees, say you'll never leave...
Audrey, luckily for you, the doctor is IN. Tell me your troubles, I'm all ears.
Seriously though, in my own marriage, it took me about 2 years to realize that enough was enough. Some things were put out in the open, but I think ultimately, I knew what I had to do. That said, its a tough thing to break that commitment and put someone you care for through a world of hurt. I attempted to leave twice over those next 4 years, only to be pulled back in. I finally grew a pair nearly six years into the marriage, and well, here I am today.
If you want to discuss, feel free to email me at sethro@nc.rr.com (since my blog comments page isn't quite the perfect forum ;) ).
Awww....Bees, you say all the right things. I'm going to puff my chest out a little more today and bask in my own pride.
I think I've found a new blog addiction.
Not stalkeresque, but as Ahnold says..."I'll be back."
Love the decor. You're scaring me with how clean and it is.
Siryn, you'll have to let me know when your addiction becomes stalkeresque. I think I want to start collecting blog stalkers, since comic books and baseball cards are so blasé.
As for the cleanliness, I'll let you in on a little secret. The house is new...I just got it set up. Give me a week, it'll look like ass.
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