05-17-10

Leap of Faith

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It was an appropriate way to exit the parking lot, or so it seems. It was nauseatingly steeped in metaphor: a wet road leading away from what, a slick exit sign painted on the ground and a tiny little tire skidding out to the side and leaving me swimming in adrenaline and doubt. “Eat me”: a cement cake with a little tag. If I do eat it, will it shoot me up or down in size? Didn’t matter. good bye knee, good bye wrist. Good bye Vero and everything associated with it.

And then I got called out for being a douche bag (which I am, ask around: I’ve got references…like any of you, dear faithful readers) and given an ultimatum: quit being a douche or GTFO and no more kissy face. So it looks like I’m taking a hike from my personal relationship as well since there is no cure for douchebaggery (it only gets better with age).**

And then Lola hit the pavement and it was all over. I was done. I wanted to just leave her there, walk away, come pack my bag with a few outfits I couldn’t stand being wo and start hiking the beach north. Kerouac style.

** UPDATE: 10pm. I am still being called out on my douchebaggery, only now we have decided on a remedy that involves talking sticks and princess tiaras. I think it will turn out well, Swears.