blasfemme

happy pre cumming of christ

i'm not going to the divorce party because i have a sick child. instead it's mayday crown and faerie wing making accompanied by junk food and argentina malbec. mmmm. celebrate

i was sad but as esbee put it...i was actually given a gift today. a certain knowledge that can put my heart to rest. so i decided there was no point. happiness resumes.

i am not a christian but i have chosen to look at tomorrow as my own rebirthday.

so, hippy oyster lovelies and....

a very merry rebirthday to you! (and me)

updated @ 3:30 a.m sunday morn...hiding oyster eggs alone when you are drunk is...pathetic.

i remember when i was married and it was an "event". we would giggle and run around trying to one up the other on hiding places...holidays like this when you have kids alone suck....

i am a bundle of emotion. look out. we're heading into my "hard time" of year. i tend to be a little depressed...but i always get over it.

i got to talk to esbee again for a bit, glad i wasn't drinking then. things are very good between us, i don't want to fuck it up. he's the one person i actually call almost instinctively when my world goes to shit. my tears don't disgust or intimidate him. he's calm and reassuring and honest. i appreciate and admire that. the recovery house has been the best thing for him. i'm sold! one of my best friends is on his way to being better, that is a wonderful thing.

ok, i need to sleep before it's time to hunt eggs...hmmm, "hunt eggs"...what an odd metaphor...

eggs, birds...andrew bird, singing me to sleep.

naughty night all...