|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|That was Heather at my door just now. She wanted to borrow some tape to wrap her sister's gift with. I couldn't let her in my apartment, because one of my cats had just taken a large dump on the throw rug that is next to the litter box, in front of the door... So, I'm standing there chatting, holding the door, acting like there isn't a pile of cat poop two feet behind me.
I hate my cats!
Last weekend I forced myself to attend about 20 minutes of "The Roundup". That is a large convention held each summer, consisting of about 3,000 recovering alcoholics and their families.
I've attended for 15 years.
This year, after hyperventillting, I decided "The Roundup" is not for me... I have decided that ginormous crowds of people, all talking at the same time, with bad, live music in the background isn't necessarily - and does not need to be, my cup of tea. I can enjoy and participate in my sobriety just as well, without partaking of "The Roundup".
Whew! Only took me 15 years to come to terms with my own limitations.
In other news, Tom Cruise is nuts. I can't wait to see some of THESE "FREE KATIE" T-shirts around town. Tee Hee! Poor girl. What a dumb career move!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|