tomorrow's the 15th, it was on that date 2 yrs ago (also known as Black Wednesday) that i went to my friend susie's last show before she left ia, got crazy drunk and wailed/slurred "i think i'm pregnant!" to a bunch of my friends and some chick i didn't know in the bathroom of the bar. and i was right. it's kind of like a holiday, you know, the first day i acknowledged (however hazily) the existence of my daughter. so a toast to sloppy contraceptive measures and the clarity and ill-timed honesty that one finds on the brink of alcohol poisoning. oh, it's almost been long enuf for me to find the whole thing a lil funny. almost. maybe nxt yr.
anyway...i've discovered that i hate xmas a whole lot less now that i'm not in retail anymore. the only occasions on which i've heard holiday music have been in commercials and stores, which isn't enuf to make me homicidal. i'm actually able to make genial inquiries into people's holiday plans instead of sullenly hoping they all get in car accidents on their way to their relatives' homes. and i can't remember the last time someone was rude to me. it's fantastic. so, though i will never celebrate it myself, i no longer begrudge everyone else their festivities.
aaaaannndddd...i'm finally over the constant craving hump in my return to vegetarianism. i no longer pine for turkey bacon or find myself trying to smell other people's food. and i've heard enuf disgusting meatpacking and farming stories lately (i will never eat chicken again...ever) so that the only thing i'll be tempted to eat on my free day every mo is fish. i'm so happy, it was so hard this time i thought i was going to have to give up and i would've been so disappointed in myself. next yr i might try to stop wearing leather. i only wear leather shoes, but i have a boot fetish so this could be a problem. i can buy one last pr, right? red pebble grain motorcycle boots, mmm....oh, and whisky brown riding boots w/brass buckles. and pointy black ankle boots a la chrissy hynde (or what i imagine she wears anyway). you see my dilemma.
anyway...i've discovered that i hate xmas a whole lot less now that i'm not in retail anymore. the only occasions on which i've heard holiday music have been in commercials and stores, which isn't enuf to make me homicidal. i'm actually able to make genial inquiries into people's holiday plans instead of sullenly hoping they all get in car accidents on their way to their relatives' homes. and i can't remember the last time someone was rude to me. it's fantastic. so, though i will never celebrate it myself, i no longer begrudge everyone else their festivities.
aaaaannndddd...i'm finally over the constant craving hump in my return to vegetarianism. i no longer pine for turkey bacon or find myself trying to smell other people's food. and i've heard enuf disgusting meatpacking and farming stories lately (i will never eat chicken again...ever) so that the only thing i'll be tempted to eat on my free day every mo is fish. i'm so happy, it was so hard this time i thought i was going to have to give up and i would've been so disappointed in myself. next yr i might try to stop wearing leather. i only wear leather shoes, but i have a boot fetish so this could be a problem. i can buy one last pr, right? red pebble grain motorcycle boots, mmm....oh, and whisky brown riding boots w/brass buckles. and pointy black ankle boots a la chrissy hynde (or what i imagine she wears anyway). you see my dilemma.
Good job with returning to vegetarianism, i wish i had it in me to do that, but i'm pretty sure i'd just end up never eating again. or i'd eat nothing but potatoes forever. And i promise i won't judge you if you buy a few more pairs of boots.