Day Ten

It feels like its only been a few days, not ten!

Went to a lovely lovely barbecue at a neighborhood friends co-op building. There was free beer galore and even a clown, but I was able to say no to both. Went up to the roof which looks RIGHT over the water and had this view.

Came home and started packing to move into my new apt. which was less fun then I thought except I found that I really like spackling holes in the wall. Really really like.

I want to go beaching..

Day Nine

I think I am now addicted to the Texas Holdem game on my blackberry.

Drink Eight

JUST KIDDING DAY EIGHT

Bought Valerian root to take to help me sleep. My papa swears by it.

Doing great on the no sex front. For dinner I made myself a sausage salad smeeeeared in creamy goat cheese.
Oh sausage salad you're so good and smeared I like to put you in my mouth and then chew you up and eat you oh yes sausage salad thank you so much.


Also today I went stress shopping and bought these tortuously painful cheap like a whore heels to wear around the house for when I'm feeling destructive. It works like a charm. They are not to be worn outside but can be worn in the bedroom. You know for when I stop eating sausage salads and start eat.. I forgot my mom reads this. hi mom.


Passing sober time vainly again. Here are the whore heels.

Day Seven - One Week of Sober

I almost did it. I almost chugged a half full bottle of medium grade pinot grigio. I almost drank straight from the bottle of medium grade (but very good quality for it's price range) vodka.

We were having a mom party. My mom and sister came in for dinner at our apt. and so did my roommates mom. And then they left, and I almost did it. But my dear friend Los was here, (not helping mind you, he tried to convince me wine is food) and when he left he helped big time and I had him take all the booze all away. And then another dear friend came who is also taking a stab at the whore that is sobriety, and he charged me up with love and listened to me whine.

And then he left and I was in an apartment all alone (which I can't stand often because in my house growing up there was always someone around, always) and I lay in bed and not even the dumb cats would come cuddle. And I couldn't sleep but then it started pouring. And pouring. And pouring. And I became exhausted, and I let it rain.

This is it, this is the longest I've gone without drinking maybe since I started. Or at least...moved to NY. 5 years?

This is absolutely exhausting.


but yay let me go celebrate with some mojitos!!! woooo! who's in!
(that was a joke..)

Day Six

Having trouble sleeping at night. I guess "sleeping" and "passing out" are not the same thing? Weeeee

Day Five

Just sent a beloved friend off to Israel for a year. She learned Hebrew in three months. I Rode the Air Train and the A Train for two and a half hours back home and am exhausted.

I am so proud of her and while I will miss her I so very welcome all the change in the air that seems to be effecting so many people in my life. Except the two dumbbuts that live in their own little cat town heaven.



The little one is currently kneading my buttocks....am I writing about cats already?

TAKE ME HERE

My most awesome sister just shared this with me. I think I'll go here when I die and become a cat.


MOW MOW MOW