say NO to recycling!

"be not the slave of your own past. plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far. so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old."  [ralph waldo emerson]

another year is coming to a close. i strongly believe that in order to successfully move on to your future, you must let go of the past. i also strongly believe that i am not so successful in that realm. if i were much better at letting go of the useless parts of my past, i would be well on my way to a happy future. one day at a time, eh? upon discussing the recent surge in going green, my good friend a mentioned that although we should be doing our part, perhaps recycling (when it comes to the unhealthy men in our lives) should be left out. and i couldnt agree more.   [on a very brief side note: i am doing a little jig of journalism joy. the sheer power of my words - ha ha - have caused another very fun friend to join the blogworld. please check out the very witty a here and giggle along with me at the sheer genius of shower stall ingenue.]


back to the boy debacle. recycling paper, plastic, and glass is good for the environment. recycling the losers, the whores, and the jerks is not good for my love life. case in point, last night (or morning? does 430am count as morning?) we were stranded in a hospital parking lot, in a frozen car, with no way home or even worse, no blankets to achieve the slightly drunken level of pass out we were going for. dont ask. its just as ridiculous as it sounds. and we were there for good reason, love you l. this may not sound to you like an emergency, since the hospital was feet away and we could have curled up next to the homeless folk, who were clearly much smarter than us, to grab a couple winks while we waited. but apparently it was. so instead of thinking logically, we recycled. amongst the men in our lives phones we chose to communicate with were:  two vacation flings - ironically from the same town which is way to far to rescue us from, a "best friend" who keeps in constant communication throughout the day whether jumping from an airplane or changing his socks, an actual best friend who maybe should no longer be doing the rescuing after all this time and multiple times his heart has been broken, an extremely shitty exboyfriend who was probably busy with some random skank, and quite possibly some other gentlemen who havent come out of the woodwork yet. and i know. any two someones who change their facebook status via cellphone at 430am to "this shit is bananas" can not be trusted to make rational choices. but really? we are clearly not in the right mindset to start 2010. we need to cut the bullshit and make some smart choices. more later on the many facets of going green, copyrighted by a. there are so many nooks and crannys to discover before january1.