tankee

Alcohol serves as both my armor and my crutch, and the imagery produced by this metaphor absolutely kills me. Good thing I'm so effed up, lest I develop tennis elbow from all the casting of stones. Fortunately, the object of most of my criticism is ME, making ME the human equivalent of the mockingbird who keeps attacking his own reflection. No! He doesn't think it's another bird! He knows perfectly well he's looking at himself. He's doing what I do all the time. Or perhaps suffering from Capgras syndrome.

That said, I’ve felt a tad bit guilty of late for all the self-hatred. My self-hatred is not something to be concerned over, however, because it's actually quite funny now. Sort of like the grandparent who's always complaining about how much her hip aches with the change in barometric pressure and inflation and how it never did feel the same since Jimmy Carter lost the election, I’ve become a caricature of myself.

THAT that said, I would like to take this moment to say ‘thank you’ to the following 10 bloggers, whom I would never attack, not even in a polyamorous way (well, not Scott, anyway). I won’t say why I’m thanking them, only that they made me feel shiny and new recently.

Hmm. Thanking 10 bloggers for no ostensible reason. Sounds like a meme…

1. jill
2. scott
3. romy
4. mainja
5. julia
6. elle
7. rae
8. shari
9. monty
10. susie