musings of an alchoholic
the beginning of friday night
the ending of friday night
i am feeling rather pitiful, this post midnight hour.
i am realizing of late that i think i drink too often. i want to try a week without. this week, the total count from monday night:
11 cocktails.
the problem with drinking = talking.
i talk way too much when i drink and then i ride all the way home and think, "oh dear god, i wish i hadn't said that." i cringe inside when the alcohol gives my hyper-critical internal voice the wings to let loose and fly around those i love.
what embarrassment is mine.
it also makes me feel sorry for myself.
why can't i make lovely things?
why can't i be someone else?
why. why. why am i entirely directionless and lost?
it's the most bewitching hour, and i think i will instead
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~crm
6 comments:
Ditto.
Please tell Joelio that I feel a great fondness for his shirt.
"tell her i thought of her when i bought it."
"why. why. why am i entirely directionless and lost?"
Oh my sweet mme. We are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
together on this. Let's throw a pity party for us on your roof top deck!
Oh, and I can't wait to see the new hair color in person!
BC,
I will throw a pity party in our honor, complete with salt water and whiskey.
do you know how much i love you being my neighbor? it feels like the universe aligns and maybe someday...
we can float on a star together, laughing at our silly projecting spouses.
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