Chasing the Dragon
Okay, let's get one thing straight- I was never an alcoholic, I was a drug addict. Two totally different things. I have been told to stay away from alcohol because it "impaired my judgement" thus causing a "gateway" to other drugs. So don't give me shit for having a bit of champagne on New Year's, Sophie I'm looking in your general direction. Also, it's goddamn New Years.
Jean cancelled on me so I just dropped by the bar and wished my co-workers a happy one, had a glass of champagne and went home. Whereas SOPHIE was out ALL NIGHT with some boy she won't talk about and came home WASTED. So who's the alcoholic now? Okay, Bloggie I'll stop having fights with Sophie while I write this. She won't tell me who this boy is. I hope she's not seeing James again.
Jean had a nice new years I guess, because she just stayed home. It's such a dumb holiday- you get all the recently 21 year old Jersey to New York transplants, squeeze them into the tiniest slut shirts, slab an inordinate amount of black eye make up and sheer lip gloss on, throw $100 into their square tipped manicured hands and release them onto the streets. Right behind are the men who love them... ie. is that vinegar and water in the air because I think I smell douchebag. Invariably they end up in places like my bar. People like me usually end up cleaning their vomit. Which is never much because the girls don't eat so it's just tequila and bile. Oh my god, I actually just made myself sick. Now I could delete that sentence. But I won't. Okay I just reread it and I'm sick again. But it stays.
Bonnie is on her "I'm having my last vacation without a child" which I'm sure next year will be followed by "I'm having my first vacation away from the child because we hired a nanny and the kid stays home". Whatever, I hope she lets me babysit.
Well, off to the gym. No, not a resolution, I just really need to stretch. Plus our cable is still off and they are having an Americas Next Top Model marathon at the gym followed by an encore presentation of Celebrity Fit Club. That show makes me uncomfortable but I watch it anyway.
Oh my god, I just remembered I had a dream about Verne Troyer last night and he was hitting on me. If I'm gonna go midget, why not Peter Dinklage? He's a reputable actor. Even in my dreams I have mediocre standards.
See you, Bloggie
Jean cancelled on me so I just dropped by the bar and wished my co-workers a happy one, had a glass of champagne and went home. Whereas SOPHIE was out ALL NIGHT with some boy she won't talk about and came home WASTED. So who's the alcoholic now? Okay, Bloggie I'll stop having fights with Sophie while I write this. She won't tell me who this boy is. I hope she's not seeing James again.
Jean had a nice new years I guess, because she just stayed home. It's such a dumb holiday- you get all the recently 21 year old Jersey to New York transplants, squeeze them into the tiniest slut shirts, slab an inordinate amount of black eye make up and sheer lip gloss on, throw $100 into their square tipped manicured hands and release them onto the streets. Right behind are the men who love them... ie. is that vinegar and water in the air because I think I smell douchebag. Invariably they end up in places like my bar. People like me usually end up cleaning their vomit. Which is never much because the girls don't eat so it's just tequila and bile. Oh my god, I actually just made myself sick. Now I could delete that sentence. But I won't. Okay I just reread it and I'm sick again. But it stays.
Bonnie is on her "I'm having my last vacation without a child" which I'm sure next year will be followed by "I'm having my first vacation away from the child because we hired a nanny and the kid stays home". Whatever, I hope she lets me babysit.
Well, off to the gym. No, not a resolution, I just really need to stretch. Plus our cable is still off and they are having an Americas Next Top Model marathon at the gym followed by an encore presentation of Celebrity Fit Club. That show makes me uncomfortable but I watch it anyway.
Oh my god, I just remembered I had a dream about Verne Troyer last night and he was hitting on me. If I'm gonna go midget, why not Peter Dinklage? He's a reputable actor. Even in my dreams I have mediocre standards.
See you, Bloggie
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