Live in the Moment, Live in the Now and Dumb Boyscouts.

Easier goddamned said than done, but we came to that phrase in the therapy today, so that's my new thing for the rest of Lent. Let's see if I can go until Easter without seriously neurosising every little goddamned thing in my life. Most notably, boys.
I'm just gonna finish out the Lenten season taking my clothes off on Fridays (For the SHOW), and not worrying about what I could be doing differently in the realm of dating.

Because here's the thing. There is absolutely nothing I can fundamentally do that will really change anyone's opinion about me or their feelings for me.

That was my mistake with the last go-round. Doing all that change while not admitting that unless he was ok with me the way I was, that we would never last.

In other news, that boyscout was found. What a dumbass. I'm sorry. He's a frickin' boyscout for cryin' upstairs. He ate lunch with the troupe, was seen eating a fucking pack of pringles..and the next thing anyone knows, the little bastard is GONE. What the fuck? What the fuck was he thinking going off into the woods by himself? What the fuck were the other scouts doing upon seeing him start to walk away from the camp? Isn't there a buddy system in place? And don't tell me maybe he just said he was headed to go take a leak or do what bears do in the woods. Cuz I'd have to say to you:
"Ew. What the fuck was he doing eating on his way to the can?"

I got nothin.