Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
Needless to say, I’m experimenting with my blog. I have sooo many things to post. I’m going to try and let them make as much sense (if any) as I usually do. These are posts that I’ve written over the past week, but just had not had a chance to sit and post w/o my “Precious” being screwed! So here I go, I’m trying my best here. Oh, and I should also mention that I’m under the influence of drugs. (Prescribed, of course) Well, except for one.
La Reeve written on 1-23-04 @ 10:30am.
Moira, Heidi, and I went to eat at Chili’s last night. So much Fun!! It was good to see her. She finally got a phone so I can call her when I’m in town; rather than just “popping” in. I know I hate it when people do it to me. We had a shot called a “lemon drop”, I’d never had one. I must say that I liked it a lot. It just didn’t agree with the five Bud Lights that I had before we even went to Chili’s, or the other beer I drank after we got back to the room, or the little bit I smoked once we got back. Whatever! I puked, regurertated, vomited, hurled, or ralphed. However you wish to say it, I sure did it. I must say that I felt much better after I well, you know.
Anyway, I learned something very important that night. When reaching into your purse to get your Visine; make sure that it is, indeed Visine. I was squirting damn Vick’s Nasal Spray into my eyes and my drunken ass didn’t realize it, until I got to the second eye. Ain’t that some shit?
1-24-04 @ 12:35pm
Heidi and I just got up and had breakfast and turned on the TV to find that on ESPN Classic; they were showing Super Bowl III. You know the one where Joe Namath guaranteed victory? I love him! He’s just so super sexy cool, even now, all old and shit; he’s still pretty damn cool. (I did pay 400 dollars for a Jets helmet autographed by him!) I’m a true fan. J! E! T! S! JETS! JETS! JETS!
My dad just called and asked if HH and I wanted to eat lunch with him and then go to the hospital to see my grandmother. Seeing that we just finished breakfast; I told him that maybe we could eat lunch tomorrow. Also the fact that I’m high as a kite right now might have something to do with me “putting daddy off”. (You know, to dad, I don’t smoke, I’ve NEVER done drugs, and I’m still a virgin!) I do drink a bit, but that’s just every now and then. I NEVER get falling down drunk or anything. No, not me. HH and I are going to see my grandmother later, but we are really into this game. Besides, Erik is on his way over to visit.
Well, now we are lying in bed with the doors to the balcony open. It’s pouring down rain and I love it. You simply couldn’t ask for a better day. The weather: my, favorite, (It would be better if it were a massive thunderstorm.) hotel beds rock, and room service is good. (French fries) I’ve got some grrrreat company, good stuff, ice cold cokes, and cold beer. Does it get any better? If only I could freeze this moment in time and make it last forever! For the first time in a long time, I feel totally unstressed and undepressed!
HH and I went by my cousin’s house and no one was home. Then we went by JH’s and he was not home. WTF? Where is everyone? Oh well, HH and I went to the hospital at about 6:00pm to see my grandmother. That is when I over heard some of the most shocking news that I’ve EVER had to deal with in my life. Ken Is NOT my biological father! WTF??? There are just sooo many questions: none of which I want to get into right now. I think I fainted or went into shock or something because the last thing that I remember is asking my “father” if it were true and he said,” yes”. I later woke up in my bed at the hotel room.
I’m now up, can’t sleep, can’t eat, and really can’t think! I just took some medication and made myself a cold coke. HH is in the other room asleep. She is such a sweetheart. I wouldn’t have survived this day w/o her and someone else whom I’m not at liberty to mention. I’ve tried to call BM about 1000 times. He’s yet to answer or call me back. (Grrrreat having a “friend” to talk to!?!)
How can the “most perfect” day turn into the “most horribly” in just a matter of minutes? Would someone please explain that one to me?
I’m watching The Virginian on the Hallmark channel. I was flipping and saw a young and sexy Robert Redford, so here I am.
Why I don’t watch much TV, too many commercials.
Check out swiffer.com for Jeanneve’s (I’m sure that I spelled her name wrong, but people have been doing it to me all of my life, sorry.) tips for decorating.
Oh, it’s a mini-series because it’s going off after just 30 minutes. Guess that I will try to find myself some cartoons.
The drugs are kicking in and I don’t feel as bad. I just wish that I had someone to cry to and “let it out!”