The biggest sign of emotional maturity is realizing, even in depths of despair and heartbreak, that it won’t last forever, and you will endure.

Which is a good point, but ultimately I have to disagree. An even bigger sign of emotional maturity is realizing, even at the height of adoration and romance, that the intensity of those feelings won’t last forever, and you will endure.

It’s rather like learning there’s no Santa Claus.

Dan:  And I will counter with a butt dart!
Lisa:  Don’t do that!!  *gurgle gurgle*

Dan’s the kind of guy who just kinda gets things DONE, and I feel so safe and confident with him.  It’s always kinda hard to adjust to being all by myself again.  *sigh*

At least it won’t matter in a couple of weeks.  We’ll spend all day with each other and I’m gonna get sick of him and it’ll be great.  =D

Still no word on finding my keys, so I went ahead and made some copies of my spares.  I patched the window, too…it looks awful.  On top of the piece I bought being too small, the plexiglass didn’t snap where it was supposed to.  I just glued the biggest piece on top of the hole and left it.  It looks so ghetto, but at this point I really don’t care.

I’m gonna turn the tv on and go sleep on the couch with my cat.

Apparently I just LOSE SHIT when I get drunk.  Last time it was my glasses, this time it was my KEYS!  Mom, George, Dan, and I all went taxi barhopping last night…from Cowboys, which was expensive and sucked, to Moose and Vinnies, which was closed because they haven’t paid their rent, to Sherlock’s, where we had a blast…and I got SHITFACED.  Dan’s been wanting to see me to’ up drnk, and he sho’ nuff got it.  Whiskey and coke + tequila shots = crazy Lisa

While we were still at sherlocks Dan called Cowboys and the taxi company to see if anyone turned in any keys (which of course, no one had).  I always keep a spare car key in my wallet, so that got us home.  Unfortunately, we had already broke a window before I remembered that I never brought in the key I left out for faabulous to come check on my cat one of the last times I was in San Diego.  I’m not EXTREMELY concerned, ’cause I know it’s not too hard to put a new plexiglass window in (hell, most of my windows are thatta way already), but it still fucking sucks that I lost my keys.  It would be nice if they turned up today, but I’m not expecting them to.  My drunk ass probably flushed them or something.

I remember crying when we got home ’cause Dan didn’t really have a great time, but I think most of it was because he doesn’t like George and because all the smoke in bars hurts his eyes and fucks him up.  He wasn’t being pissy about it or anything, he said it was my night to go out and have a good time.  Eh, I was just drunk and oversensitive.  He danced a few songs with me, so he’s good in my book.  ^_^

And now, I think I shall go pee out my butt.

Last night Dan set me up a new account on his web server itkinetix.com.  I checked the domain today to see if it was up (he didn’t tell me he finished it, and he’s so busy I gotta poke him two or three times to get something done), and was greeted with this index file: