I want someone who’d cross oceans for me. Is that REALLY too much to ask? I’d cross hemispheres. Doesn’t everyone deserve that? Of course not everyone needs that, some people are content to cement their gams to the ground and wait for the first cross-eyed dumb to come along.

Naturally, we all fumble our way through the almost fits and not quite rights. I feel like I’ve been forcing my puzzle piece into tight spots...if only there wasn’t that point here, or that curve there...hey, just press harder...that looks right. And sure, I’ll fit there just fine for a couple months at a time but then that corner starts to chafe, it turns into a migraine and a rash. I’ve gotta get out of this puzzle! Then you wonder around, angry with yourself. Why didn’t I make that work? I could have lasted a few more months...a couple of years. I could have bit my tongue. I was mostly comfortableish. Is it wrong to hold out for a perfect fit? Aren’t there millions of puzzle pieces out there trying to find the piece that can hold them just right?

Wow. That’s what I get for being sober and starving for a week. And then watching Across the Universe...which was a pretty music video. I squeezed the last of my lemons from the master cleanse into sour mix. And froze a massive batch of whiskey sours in the freezer. It’s beautiful...a family recipe of my dear alcoholic grandmother.

I’m going to California tomorrow to see AJ and Rob Brink. Pretty excited for the sunshine, the beaches, the change of scenery, and the company. When I return, I’m pretty much stuck in New York forever since I’ll be totally broke. Then it’s back to this god forsaken puzzle conundrum. Or atleast avoiding dealing with it buy putting myself into ridiculously incompatible puzzlers.