Let’s just pretend yesterday didn’t happen. It was just some sort of fucked up “Twilight Zone” episode. I finally had a somewhat rational conversation (or what passes for rational after 2 chocolate martinis) with this guy friend of mine. We worked things out and are just going to chalk it up to neither of us really knowing the other as well as we thought we did. We’re going to go back to just being friends and I’m totally ok with that. Don’t get me wrong, the sex was earth-movingly great, but it was still just sex and I would have been very sad if it had ended up costing us our friendship. I like having this guy in my life. I’m glad I didn’t end up losing him over something stupid like this… On an odd side note, I'm really horny today. I guess it's a residual effect from all the adrenelin yesterday. Is it weird that craziness turns me on like this? :) It is just sort of par for the course for me right now though. My life has gotten very odd. My friends try and warn me of the cliffs they see me running towards and yet I still continue to plunge blindly off of them from time to time. You’d think I would have learned to watch where I was going by now, but so far that just hasn’t happened. Besides, where’s the fun in that? I kinda like living my life on the edge of this abyss. I don't know how to live any other way and even if I did, I don't know that I would change. It makes things more interesting. I have a lot of bumps and bruises and broken bones to show for it, but what’s life without a few battle scars? The occasional knife through the heart comes with the territory. Just pull it out, stitch me up, and let me get back out there before I miss something important. I do not plan to be one of those people who goes gentle into that good night. Life is too fucking short to play it safe. I want to know I've lived. Taken chances. Risked everything in the pursuit of my passions and dreams. Carpe Diem, baby...
"If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?" -- T.S. Eliot
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