WRITE and wrong....

I love to write. Didn’t say I was good at it, some would suggest I am bad at it (this is similar to my denial that I can't dance but we’ll get to that later). Regardless, writing is one of my favorite pasttimes. One thing that I’ve learned over the years is one should try best to refrain from partaking in a little journal writing, lyrical writing, whatever it is your into, after a large consumption of alcohol. In the story at hand I was on the cabernet (incidentally I use to refer to this type of wine as "cabaret" as in the entertaining production rather than cabernet the vino which was an embarassing discovery).

So yeah, it’s a rather humbling experience to walk into your living room following a night of self-pity, wine consuming and writing for one reason only...the words that appear to be written on page after page of the legal pad sitting on the floor (pen resting on top as if it's waiting for round two). If lucky enough, you drank too much and the words are hardly legible. But if you drank just enough to bring out that dark side of the mind that believes it’s pretty darn clever at 1 am on the red wine ("wait til they read this shit") well...prepare yourself for the worst. I tend to read this form of delicate art with one hand over my eyes...bracing myself...cringing....staring down at the paper as if it were a credit card statement after a week long shopping binge. Then I repeat again and again "god, I am a freaking IDIOT".

Lucky for you guys you will get to share in the delight (or pain) of my writing. Until next time...

josie mcsassy