December 2008
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On this, the biggest drinking day of the year, I woke up with a super-high awareness of what I was going to be dealing with tonight at work and how I am going to handle every potential sticky situation.
The moment my feet hit the floor, really, I was met with the realization that I will be dealing with more drunk people than I’ve had to deal with in my year+ of sobriety. I am not scared of...
I love how...
I love how America stands by Israel at all costs, regardless of really searching for facts or basis of military action. I love how Condy has already released a statement condemning Hamas and is blaming all the violence on them and their inability to respect a cease-fire. I love how no matter who does what to whom in the Middle East, America will always, ALWAYS, back Israel seemingly without even...
Sometimes...
when I’m stressed the fuck out and I’ve tried to calm my nerves by every rational means possible, I can only find serenity by looking up airfares and accomodations for vacations that I know I won’t be taking anytime soon, if ever. I get so wrapped up in planning my trip that I forget my troubles, if only for a few moments, and it helps.
I don’t think that’s normal.
Sia — Paranoid Android
Yummy.
It's Christmas...
and my father still hasn’t said a word to me. For over a year.
He gives presents to my sister-in-law and brother, welcomes them into his home…
Nada.
I know. Boo hoo. Whatever.
That’s one birthday and two Thanksgivings and Christmases…without a word.
I tell myself not to get ill, to stay upbeat (“Who needs him?”), but it still smarts to be forgotten by...
Happy Thursday
Why is it that on this, the “happiest” and most family-oriented day of the year, I am making excuses not to go down and join mine?
Aside from my parents, I feel completely unrelated to and disinterested in everyone here.
That’s why.
Each Christmas, I want more and more to stay in my own world, niche and life away and celebrate in my own fashion. I want to be among friends.
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Happy Holidays
After work, I am celebrating pre-Navidad with my boyfriend, Andres, (I like to say “Latino Claus” is dropping by! “Gringo Claus” has already come…) and then heading down to the G-A for a couple of days to spend the holiday with my family. I am unsure if I will be back on before my departure in the morning, so I wanted to take this opportunity to wish everyone a very...
Smarting, is:
-Four of five fingers on my left hand that I burned with boiling water from an industrial coffee pot as soon as I came into work. Bad burns.
-My spirit from being lied to by someone I care about dearly.
Oh, fuck.
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This has got to be one of the most wildy entertaining ironies…the world has ever seen.
Oh please be true.
When I was drinking, I would look back on the fragments of the day and try to piece them together…and realize that I had consumed a frightening, frightening amount of vodka.
Sometimes I still feel that way today, except my days are not fragmented, and the vodka is now sugar.
…no wonder I’ve gained 25 lbs. this last (sober) year.
Fuck it. At least I remember gaining it.
Note...
“Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it...”
– Simone de Beauvoir
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Not nine, not noon.
I’ve been sober one year today (if we are considering “today” Saturday at this late hour…).
One whole year without drinking. Man.
MAN.
I couldn’t make it until 9AM without drinking. I couldn’t leave the apartment (no, never in a million years) without shots of vodka. Never ever EVER.
And now, not 9, not noon…a year.
I’ve been asked by a...
PS.
I totally want to be a travel writer.
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I’m 24 and I still don’t really know what the fuck I want to do with my life (Does anyone?).
I’ve spent a good deal of time looking over major and minor options at UNCA and I’m really kind of…blah. At the previous two universities I attended, there was a HOST of majors and minors. I was well on my way to earning a degree in Journalism (with a concentration in...
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College: Take Three
So I received my acceptance letter from UNCA today. Upon reading the letter, I was met with myriad reactions, thoughts, and emotions. I suppose I am, first and foremost, very grateful to be given the opportunity, especially given the circumstances (i.e. shady record, time off credited to a six-month jaunt in rehab). I am also extremely excited about the prospect of real intellectual stimulation...