tonight, i had a very weird conversation. my now ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend drunk texted me.
i have a feeling she and i are about to become very good friends.
today was a little bit better. spent the day being distracted by the massive green booze induced hangover of the night before. st patricks day is truly amateur drinker day, but somehow i found myself out at an irish pub with all my besties anyway. acting like an idiot. hey, at least i'm irish. *shrugs*
i'm still quite numb about it all.
i still don't really want to interact with many people.
and i kind of don't even know what to say about it anymore.
i've spent the past several weeks processing and analyzing and dealing with it. today, i just glazed over. can't think anymore. i think i'm at the "bury it and don't think about it" phase.
i very much look forward to hitting the "getting my mojo back" phase.
and the "able to eat 3 meals a day again" phase.
i keep finding myself drunk and coming on to an old lover of mine. he very graciously recognizes that i am in no condition for intimacy at the moment, and kindly declines my feeble/pathetic advances. he seems to not be holding them against me, but i keep waking up the next morning feeling sick about my behavior and feeling sick about the whole situation. consciously, i don't want to be with him, but i think i am just so goddamn lonely right now that i'm subconsciously acting out. being single fucking BLOWS.
anyway, that's enough of the emo.
i think i want to write a book about the history of stretch garments.
i've always wanted to write a book. and they say write what you know. well, i'm the unitard queen. so it only seems natural. who the hell would read a book about stretch garments though, aside from severely dedicated home sewers and theatre nerds?
maybe i'll do it anyway, even if it would be impossible for it to be successful. i like a challenge. i'm passionate about what i do. maybe i'm just worried that i'm not qualified enough to write a book.
*shrugs*
whatever.
thinking about taking a xanax and going to bed early... a la prochaine!
i have a feeling she and i are about to become very good friends.
today was a little bit better. spent the day being distracted by the massive green booze induced hangover of the night before. st patricks day is truly amateur drinker day, but somehow i found myself out at an irish pub with all my besties anyway. acting like an idiot. hey, at least i'm irish. *shrugs*
i'm still quite numb about it all.
i still don't really want to interact with many people.
and i kind of don't even know what to say about it anymore.
i've spent the past several weeks processing and analyzing and dealing with it. today, i just glazed over. can't think anymore. i think i'm at the "bury it and don't think about it" phase.
i very much look forward to hitting the "getting my mojo back" phase.
and the "able to eat 3 meals a day again" phase.
i keep finding myself drunk and coming on to an old lover of mine. he very graciously recognizes that i am in no condition for intimacy at the moment, and kindly declines my feeble/pathetic advances. he seems to not be holding them against me, but i keep waking up the next morning feeling sick about my behavior and feeling sick about the whole situation. consciously, i don't want to be with him, but i think i am just so goddamn lonely right now that i'm subconsciously acting out. being single fucking BLOWS.
anyway, that's enough of the emo.
i think i want to write a book about the history of stretch garments.
i've always wanted to write a book. and they say write what you know. well, i'm the unitard queen. so it only seems natural. who the hell would read a book about stretch garments though, aside from severely dedicated home sewers and theatre nerds?
maybe i'll do it anyway, even if it would be impossible for it to be successful. i like a challenge. i'm passionate about what i do. maybe i'm just worried that i'm not qualified enough to write a book.
*shrugs*
whatever.
thinking about taking a xanax and going to bed early... a la prochaine!
MAR 18, 2010 11:25 PM
MAR 19, 2010 06:00 AM
As many times as I have read about your over celebration nights, and coming home (or someone's home) with blurred vision and speech, I would probably do the same as your friend.
He is a kind caring person who just simply wants to help you in her condition. he's the kind of person one can rely on during those "loney" times or just need someone to curl up to. You are honored to have him nearby.
(Btw, I probably wouldn't give you a second chance - I'd be all over you the next time! 
To hell with being someone special! :kiss Then I would nurse you.
You have more than enough knowledge and qualifications to write a book. I'd buy it!
MAR 19, 2010 06:18 PM
MAR 20, 2010 11:44 AM
MAR 22, 2010 03:33 AM
lol was wondering if anyone would catch it 
