eireann

Dear World,

I am captivating and intoxicating, although usually I'm just captive to my intoxication.
I'd write the world a love poem after I pop 1-2-3 white flat beans that promote this theory.

Pick out the things I did not do this weekend:
1. Went to City Club sober and stayed sober until 3 AM.
2. Had a semi-nervous breakdown which my poor boyfriend had to deal with, including my unwillingness to leave the house.
3. Flipped out about a new job.
4. Went to a graduation party for my boy's cousin, in which I got into a water fight with 3 of his aunts, 2 of his uncles, and 12 cousins, which culminated into 4 people being thrown into the lake and me running around with a water noodle screaming revenge on anyone who got me wet.
5. Went to the Zoo.
6. Went to 9 AM mass.
7. Laundry.... ewww.
8. Got extremely drunk and fell off my balcony, breaking my right wrist and sustaining a concussion.

I had this weekend where I all the sudden got this worrywart-ness to me. I started worrying about everything from money to my car to my health to my relationship. And finally, after a good talk with my roomie, and my father, my friend Ashley, and of course, my wonderful boyfriend, I'm feeling much, much, much better. The only thing that would be better would be some straight vodka for my v-8, and maybe some olives. yum.