Sometimes I wish that I could take certain aspects of my personality and seriously beat them to death.

Take, for example, my propensity to remember every little detail of things that happen ~OR~ my inability to keep from melting when I see or experience something that is ‘awwwwe, cute.’

Someone once told me that I am a lot ’sweeter’ when I drink. Well, ’sweeter’ me is the me I’d murder if I could. Sweeter me is who opens me up for stupid crap that logical me doesn’t support. Logical me is LOGICAL. LOGICAL me looks at all the angles and says, ‘Hey, Sweeter Jeni. You’re stupid, you have horrible taste, make horrible choices, and the only thing you’re ever been successful in doing is making yourself a doormat and the end of slowly failing relationships that kill your soul a little more every time.’ Ha. I guess this is a good time to give up beer.