I haven’t had any alcohol for a week.
My decisions have gotten better.
My anxiety hasn’t.
The fact is, a little bit of beer lowers your blood pressure, relaxes your muscles and impedes the thinking process – all things that ease social insecur-*ahem* anxiety.
Floating in a pool eases stress.
Things
Fighting
To be there.
The warmth of the sun
Shared by all
Peer pressure
to enjoy it.
I can hear all the music.
It makes me smile.
Things I get
out of my head
The work I do
to keep them in.
Faultless.
Grand.
Working through it.
Walking through it.
Wading through it.
Swimming… tonight?
I’ve been stuck on this moment from last week. Dave Cousar jammin’ with John Paul Keith at the Buccaneer. I think I heard JPK at DKDC last season. I really heard him last week. The vibe there was palpable. A room of talent pulsating with the passion of creation and all you have is my word for it. 
sleek, shiny, and new.
vampire interview
alike in look
not
in breadth.
Inhale.
schooled pooled woo ed?
with an axe
over the shoulder
rock ssss ssss , ,,,,,sssss ssssss dog
ssss hauling sssss CCCCC
STOP ABUSE
I once met a pretty boy named Ted
So charming I promptly lost my head
Incredibly dreamy
My pants got all creamy
Went crazy and fell off of my meds.
Casually watching
Refusing to move
Placidly observing
Chaos stirring
Vision blurring
It’s all good
Relax.
I’m just a cat.
I bought new underwear for the first time in nearly 4 years.
It arrives tomorrow.
It’s sexy.
It might be my greatest accomplishment to date.
The Best of Memphis poll needs one more category. Best Pandering Asshole.
Popularity contests are not in themselves wrong. Majority opinion has worth and it’s very flattering when you win. And of course, the pathetic losers keep each other company in their mediocrity. The premise is that the “best” of something gets recognition by consistently providing quality service and/or entertainment to the masses. Lobbying and begging for votes cheapens the concept. Though adding Groveling to the Miss American contest has great entertainment potential.
If only money wasn’t involved. The annual Best of Memphis thing sparks a deluge of people and places reminding everyone who will listen that they want your vote. Some even give reasons why they deserve it. It’s nothing more than high school student council elections sans glitter and poster-boards. With less meaning.
I’m pretty damn opinionated yet I have trouble finding answers for the wealth of categories in this poll. Best BBQ in Memphis? You aren’t really a Memphian without thoughts on that. (Vegetarians note, DeJaVu has excellent BBQ tofu.) But Best Pizza? Uhm – it’s a tie between New York and Chicago for me. Best Florist? Might as well call it least shitty florist in Memphis because people who care about flowers most likely go to the spring plant sales and grow their own.
It’s also annoying that you have to fill out at least 50% of the 135 categories. I guess your opinion only counts if you are a really picky eater or a music snob? It’s a shame the government doesn’t apply the same rule to elections. Your vote only counts if you invest in 50% or more of the issues at hand.