a good riddance of bad rubbish

i'm a little fired up right now, so you'll have to forgive this post in advance. or, at least, keep my mood in mind as you read the rest of this entry. i had a situation with a gentlemen recently where i was able to say everything i felt at the height of all my anger, and i cannot say how completely fulfilling it was. if there's one feeling that's beyond frustrating it's that feeling of outrage at other people in a situation where you can't immediately let them know how you feel. grrr....

so, what to say? june is done and done and i must say it was a pretty revealing month, all in all. the month literally started in annoyance, at the Ps, which eventually lead the aforementioned situation which, altho frustrating, was good in the sense that it ended quickly and completely (and didn't, for example... just a crazy random example, of course, negatively impact any of my family members or their careers.....) ahem.

then came the Mika show, so much fun and a little alarming when i realized and micah confirmed, that i am and probably forever will be a gay man trapped in a straight girl's body.

then i headed south to VABeach for a little R&R. at least, that was the plan. most of the R&R didn't come til almost the end of the trip, but in typical ashlie/courtney fashion we partied with rockstars whilst laughing the night away. i could say more, but i wouldn't want to jeopardize anyone's career.
i believe charles, paraphrasing william, said it best, but for me to quote it here would be too much.

coming back from the beach was slightly delayed by a visit to the valley, and dr. Phil had to lecture me about my automobile maintenance habits, lol, but it was nothing too horrible that couldn't be solved in a day. from there it was back home, back to the state, and back to reality as i started my voluntary two weeks of sobriety. despite the fact that i had given the entire staff a full weeks warning of my plan, i wasn't prepared for how severely my sobriety would effect the entire building. more than once i heard things like: "this is harder on us than it is you!" or "come july i'm pouring a bottle of grey goose down your throat!"... lol. well the experiment of sorts is over now and i can say that, more than anything, i learned that i really like drinking. it's just fun. i need to be more responsible about certain things, but i want to have fun. being sober did teach me one thing: it is highly amusing to find out how much people will see what they want to see and believe what they want to believe. when the boss and i quarrelled one night he was quick to blame it on *my* intoxication, and boy howdy was he surprised to learn that, quite unlike him, i'd been drinking ginger ale all night. this was the second incident in june where someone much more intoxicated than myself at that moment wanted to incorrectly blame my actions on alcohol. don't assume.

and now the month is over and we embrace july, and all the excitement that comes with the countdown to august.
4th of july soiree at the katt's house tomorrow, followed by lord only knows what kind of trouble on wednesday.
rock.

~cfc

"That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day."