What's Stopping You?

Finicky Savage (formerly Deedi Dearest) called me today, and made me hang out with her. I told her I wanted to be alone with my thoughts, wanted to indulge in this thing that I spend so much energy avoiding, but she dragged me out of the house for lunch. Kept telling me I shouldn't think about it, shouldn't let myself get dragged down into it.

We ate at this Mexican restaurant near my old Chase Ave apartment, the one Not A Hooker sublet to me for six weeks when I first moved here. I'd wanted to go to El Cid, or that one restaurant Comfortingly Bouncy took me to that time I was mad at her. I couldn't remember the name of it, though, and it was Too Far Anyway. ( Read more... )