I got a new bra and I wore it today and it was the most fabulous thing ever! it's like i forget that i even have boobs when i wear this thing and it makes them look really round and *up*. sort of like those gross fake boobs that the pornstars have and that guys seems to like, but i think are a real big turn-off. they make me go from :) to :( and it makes a meeyoop sound when that happens. like i lost my boner if i could have one. but that isn't the point. the point is that i haven't had a nice bra in about 4 years and now i have one and i'm happy.
a short anecdote from the drunkest time in my life: John was a soldier back then and he lived in the barracks and we would get completely f'ed up on the weekends. i really liked southern comfort so he bought me a big bottle of the 80 proof. we were in his room and i had this big plastic cup and i kept going Pour me another! and he would. And then I looked at the bottle and it was empty. and then a big flower opened up on the ceiling and i vomitted on a giant cabbage and bluebirds flew out and then i had a seizure. and i cried because i was sorry that i had a seizure in front of my nice friend John. i told him that but he couldn't understand me. then i got scared of the ceiling fan because it was gonna attack me. then John got scared cause I was messed up and babbling. but he was too drunk to call an ambulance so we screwed instead and everything was all right. the end.
i told my mom i was gonna study for a test but really i'm going to watch buffy and quilt. i used to be really envious of buffy until the middle of season 6. i wanted to be her, but after season 6 i think i have the better life after all. i actually have a test tomorrow, but i already studied.
on the weekend i went for a hike with John (my ex-husband/father of my child/boyfriend?) and we meant to be out there for one hour but got lost and ended up out there for three hours. we found our way back to the trail after so much aimless wandering because this really hot couple was making out right in the middle of it and we followed the sound of their giggling. next weekend is the heather mattarazzo film festival (finally). it's less a film festival and more me, walter, and desiree watching movies and acting like morons til the wee hours of the morning. John and Jean might be there too but they also might rather be asleep. i'm happy because i have my pills now. that's why my blogs make less sense. the somberness of my true self (the unmedicated me) makes me choose my words more carefully. i'm a better writer, but i have more trouble "functioning" like when i meant to go to the library but ended up in amarillo with a trucker instead. at least i got to see snow, right?
a short anecdote from the drunkest time in my life: John was a soldier back then and he lived in the barracks and we would get completely f'ed up on the weekends. i really liked southern comfort so he bought me a big bottle of the 80 proof. we were in his room and i had this big plastic cup and i kept going Pour me another! and he would. And then I looked at the bottle and it was empty. and then a big flower opened up on the ceiling and i vomitted on a giant cabbage and bluebirds flew out and then i had a seizure. and i cried because i was sorry that i had a seizure in front of my nice friend John. i told him that but he couldn't understand me. then i got scared of the ceiling fan because it was gonna attack me. then John got scared cause I was messed up and babbling. but he was too drunk to call an ambulance so we screwed instead and everything was all right. the end.
i told my mom i was gonna study for a test but really i'm going to watch buffy and quilt. i used to be really envious of buffy until the middle of season 6. i wanted to be her, but after season 6 i think i have the better life after all. i actually have a test tomorrow, but i already studied.
on the weekend i went for a hike with John (my ex-husband/father of my child/boyfriend?) and we meant to be out there for one hour but got lost and ended up out there for three hours. we found our way back to the trail after so much aimless wandering because this really hot couple was making out right in the middle of it and we followed the sound of their giggling. next weekend is the heather mattarazzo film festival (finally). it's less a film festival and more me, walter, and desiree watching movies and acting like morons til the wee hours of the morning. John and Jean might be there too but they also might rather be asleep. i'm happy because i have my pills now. that's why my blogs make less sense. the somberness of my true self (the unmedicated me) makes me choose my words more carefully. i'm a better writer, but i have more trouble "functioning" like when i meant to go to the library but ended up in amarillo with a trucker instead. at least i got to see snow, right?
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