I want to wake up before the sun comes so I can sip on my coffee in peace while watching the rays touch my toes.
I want to get lost in a hand full of hair again to hide my face every time my tummy flutters.
I want to not scream and shout but sit still in zen and be able to say fuck it every time something stupid happens.
I want to grow a full healthy gardens of fruits, vegi's and flowers, to have fresh petals in every corner of the room.
I want to sit in a room filled with people I love and know that our akward silences isn't all that akward.
I want every room framed with a peice of art that my 3 yr old son made himself.
Basically I want to get rid of these craziness and just chill out, I want to feel like myself again and not care if others dont like it, and sooo this is my new goal in life.
I have a stubbed toe, 2 bruises on my left arm and 3 on my right, 1 on my ribs, 1 on my hip bone, 1 on my lower back, 5 scratches total and feeling a bit numb in the fingers, and I wasn't even the one fighting!
Needlless to say, I think all of our drinks were spiked last night, especially since the whole party is still a bit of a blur. Geeeez I think I'll just stay home the next time someone asks me to go to a costume party!
Not to bitch or anything but if I have to read one more pity me emo line I think I'll vomit.
Well I didn't exactly acomplish everything that I wanted to do with my birthday weekend but it came close enough. Now of course in this process I ended up fighting a friend (but for a very good cause) and let's not forget the very drunken tx messages I sent that I still refuse to go back and read since I'm so embarresed by them. But aside from those little things it was quite wonderful! A lovely dinner and drinks at portical with the best friends a girl could ask for, a night in the quarter that involved way to much (but free) drinks, and night in of dinner and wine till the sun came up with me, angi, and lilly and a trip to MS to see old friends.
Even though I have been a journal postaholic lately, I truely felt the need to make it known that my 3 yr old son has decided that HE is going to teach me how to play guitar. I thought this is too cute,,, then again i do have a bit of a biased opinion.
AS of the 10th I will be 24. Yes I know there are a few of you here that have quite a bit of years on me but regardless I still had a freak out over it earlier. I am no longer anywhere near childhood anymore. Then I got to thinken though, fuck it! Just because it's another year of my life does not mean I can't have a hood time. So here is what I want, I want to stuff my face with good eaten, I'm talken bout pancakes, and sausage, and eggs. Corn bread and the sloppiest PoBoy I can get my hands on, and of course let's not forget about Angeli's in the quarter followed by Frenchman St with all of the best blues and jazz clubs to my hearts content. I'm talken about a mulitude of good ol' abita beer and a couple bottle of red wine/ Now I am aware that this is all going to cost my not only a killer hang over the next day but most likely about an extra 5 lbs added to my body weight., but thats ok, at least I'll have a damn good time doing it all, and the best is it will be with the best friends any girl can ask for!
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