Brainsalad
The frightening consequences of electroshock therapy

I'm a middle aged government attorney living in a rural section of the northeast U.S. I'm unmarried and come from a very large family. When not preoccupied with family and my job, I read enormous amounts, toy with evolutionary theory, and scratch various parts on my body.

This journal is filled with an enormous number of half-truths and outright lies, including this sentence.

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Wasted weekend and wedding pics

The weather here in the northeast was horrendous, so I spent the weekend with my latest computer game obsession, "Lionheart". It's nothing spectacular but sometimes I go on these computer game binges where I do nothing for days at a time but play.

I have also been trying to figure out how to break up with my current girlfriend. She is very nice and we have a lot in common, but the reptillian part of my brain that decides whether or not I desire someone has been telling me that I don't for the last month. Tonight we had a date and I was glad that we spent most of it in the dark of my empty office playing with the cats, because I am having trouble even looking at her lately. I feel pretty bad because I am certain that she is thinking that it is going pretty well.

I know I'm going to wait until after next weekend because she is setting up a friend of mine with a friend of hers. My friend is someone who really really needs to find a nice girl and he is very shy. He also does not realize how much he has going for him compared to the people I deal with every day. I really would like him to find a nice girl and my current girlfriend's female friend sounds like she would be a good match. So I guess I'll string it along another week and then after my friend and her friend have the chance to meet, I'll try to develop some backbone and break it off.

God I hate the reptillian part of my brain. I genuinely disliked my last girlfriend's personality but damn we had chemistry. This one I like as person a lot, but all these little things about her that shouldn't make one shit load of difference turn out to be the things that really matter. And it's not like I'm the most wonderful thing in the world either. But when it ain't happening, it ain't happening.

*Sigh*

Here are a couple of pictures from my sister's wedding:
My sister and her husband in their backyard.

and

A nice shot of my sister with a friend.

I don't look a thing like this sister.


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