Barfing

One gains an interesting perspective whilst lying on cold bathroom tile having just unloaded the contents of one's stomach into the toilet. I suppose what I should have done was just take the bottle of J & B and pour it directly into the toilet rather than using my body as a conduit...but, oh well. Thing is, I have to be blitzed out of my mind to barf.

Why so blitzed? Well boys and girls, I got dumped.

Yes indeedy. Why post a blog about it? Who knows. Maybe I just feel the need to barf again, figuratively speaking. So there will be no more talk of E. There will probably be no more talk of any E's in any kind of sense for a long, long time. I think perhaps I was on the right track when I lived in Dallas - just not accepting any E's into my life at all. I don't know how people do it - putting it out there, getting it accepted, getting it rejected. I don't know. I really don't know how people do it. It's not for me. I was much better at being alone.