Making It Work

It's mostly just me talking...to myself. It's cheaper than therapy and safer than leaving a diary hanging around the house. I will try really hard to not be whiny or boring but no promises. I can be a real slug. pregnancy week by week

Sunday, November 12, 2006

colour seem to fade

whoa, when you are drunk your senses are really and truly dulled. it's um about 4 and i am listening to my sad lonley girl songs. and i have had many the double vodka paralyzer. my boyfriend has gone to bed because apparently, just like a child, when you get mad at him he gets mad right back. that is so lame. its been so long since i let loose. and i guess when i let loose i lose all sanity. but you know what? so what. jeezuz. a girl has to do that sometimes. i feel like i am wound so tight sometimes that when i let go, i really let go. well, i should finish this drink and call it a night...on the couch in the den. because right now i hate boys. arrrrrrrr i'm a pirate. tomorrow i will delete this post. booya.

1 Comments:

  • At 8:53 AM, Blogger Metro said…

    Don't delete it--in vino veritas and all that.

    Glad, possibly, to hear you and the SO seem to be "Making it Work". What did he give you anyway?

    Cut loose when you need to, after all, who's it hurt?

    Don't answer that until after the hangover.

     

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