hummingwolf | (no subject)

So I made the mistake of indulging in some examination of my life this week. I really wish I hadn't done that--you'd think I'd know better by now. Whenever I really think about where my life's been going, everything that anyone around me says or does touches on a vast web of insecurities, thereby alerting the spider of self-pity that it's time to truss me up, slice open my chest, rip out my still-beating heart and cut it into little pieces to be dried in the sun for use in cheap maracas to be sold to heat-dazed tourists, all of whom are having much more fun than I am, even the ones suffering from Montezuma's Revenge.

Sorry, that metaphor ran away from me somewhere north of Guadalajara.

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i kinda liked the metaphor.

but then...

i've kinda had one of those weeks, myself.

I think I'm going to take my cheap maracas back...I don't think they're FDA approved.

There have been reports that your runaway mataphor has been spotted vacationing on the beach at Cabo.