egad

...and jimmy says to me, "hello squirrel, i would like you to attend Happiness Quest! (trademarked) seminar and retreat with me this weekend, i'll pay, what do you say?" and i say to jimmy, "wtf is Happiness Quest!tm" and he says it is a chance to get away from your day-to-day, and figure out what is wrong, fix it, and get back to the essential, happy, real you. and i say, "bygones be bygones, is there a pool and a buffet? when do we leave?"
So we go, and let me tell you, jimmy is a mess. I listened to him talk and listened to him cry, and i wanted to cry, or laugh, no, cry. He did end up making me appreciate my manure pile of a life. I didn't learn a damn thing from Happiness Crapfest! (not trademarked)...but i learned more than a squirrel should ever know by watching jimmy implode. At one point during one of our retreat scheduled "beauty of he-ness: craft circle inner hug awareness group share times" he started crying, again, got up, hugged me, and taped a construction paper cut-out paperheart to my chest that signified me as his "panic buddy." if it wasn't for the pool and the kick-ass buffet, i would have walked home. anyway, enough jimmy detail...i went to try to get my head together so I can finish this flipping Vampuirrel trilogy, let's see what happens. Oh, and by the way, contrary to his blog, jimmy does NOT rock his speedo. egad.