It is sweltering outside.
I suppose I'll start this post off with a recap from family day at the lake. Overall, it wasn't as bad as I expected. There was much drama going on within the family that deflected the attention away from me. So Little Cousin's mother (Boy's aunt) and father are now separated due to her sudden revelation earlier last year when she dropped Little Cousin's father (perfect dad if I've ever seen one) and shacked up with some woman. Now, I do not have a problem with this, being bisexual myself. However, her decision quickly bred turmoil in the family.
We'll call her Aunt#2. Well Aunt#2 decided to bring said woman to the lake under the pretense that her son, Little Cousin, had invited her. This may be true and it may not. I'm leaning towards the latter. From the moment we arrived at the lake, the drama began. Grandmother was not pleased. There were words exchanged including the word "disgusting." This is where I kinda got a little edgy. I understand completely if Grandmother was pissed that she brought this woman on her SON'S lake trip with his FATHER there. That is understandable. But to be enraged that she is with a WOMAN, not so much. I should point out that Grandmother is a very nasty person at times. She basically engraved disordered eating into all 3 of her daughters, including Boy's mother (who went to prison for awhile due to meth and human trafficking, but we'll get to that another day). Throughout the whole day, Aunt#2 was nowhere to be found. She trekked off with Woman, saying they were off to do a "photoshoot." That's when Little Cousin asked, "where's my mommy and that other woman?"
He invited her, but doesn't even know her name. Hmmm.
Besides the family drama, the day was okay. When we arrived they unloaded the food and I was relieved to see bags of sliced cucumber, carrot sticks, hummus, and watermelon. Then they brought out the tray of cupcakes. These were no ordinary cupcakes. These were Frosted Cupcakes from the shop downtown. Decorated to the tee, no doubt the most delicious cupcakes you ever had the opportunity to consume. I froze.
Uncle#1: "Cupcakes for breakfast, anyone?"
All: "Yeah! I'm starving!"
Me: *silence*
The tray was then passed around for everyone to choose from. When it came my way, I swear those motherfucking red velvet sins were glaring at me. Eat me.
Me: "I'm good for now. I don't like sweets in the morning. I'll save mine for after lunch."
All: *much protesting before finally giving up*
At lunch I ate 4 cucumber slices, 2 tsp of hummus, 3 tsp of spinach artichoke greek yogurt dip, 7 carrot sticks, and a few slices of watermelon. (And I didn't even eat the cupcake afterwards) Don't applaud ya girl just yet. I pigged out when I came home. I wish I could slap myself.
I got my belly button re-pierced the other day. Creepy old patron at my work gave me a $25 gift certificate for a piercing at a local tattoo shop. Said he didn't need it. Obviously, since you're 60-something, dude. He did mention that he would give it to me under one caviat, I let him see my new piercing once it was done.
The fuck?
Whatever, I wasn't about to turn down a perfectly free piercing that I've been meaning to get re-done for five years now. (I'm lazy)
I went to the tattoo shop stoned as one could be and made, what I presume to be, a complete fool of myself in front of both employees and 5 customers. When he gave me the contract that states I hereby swear that I am not under the influence of alcohol or illegal drugs I paused and actually questioned signing it.
*2 seconds later* I sign the paper and march right up to the guy. When the piercer struck me with the needle, I was preparing for the worst. I've heard from everyone, including the piercer, that piercing scar tissue hurts worse that regular skin. And if my memory serves right, the first time I got this done, it wasn't too pleasant.
That may be due to the fact that I got my lip pierced 4 seconds before getting my navel pierced the first time.
Anyway, when I got pierced, I felt no pain. It felt soooo good. This is how I know it has been way too long since I've cut. Especially due to recent events, I've been craving the razor for quite some time now. Sigh.
(By the way, I never showed old creepy dude my new metal)
What else has happened? Oh. Boy was socked by tweaker neighbor and insanity ensued. I think I'll save that story for my next post.
I'm quite stoned right now, I admit. I'm flawed, but aren't we all?
*edit*
I'm too lazy to go back and correct any mistakes from the post above. I just got some happy pills. Shhh. Boy and the crew came over and we did a few lines. I did not smoke this time in fear of being left alone with the whole kitchen. I'm hoping to get out of the house with the newly acquired Friend. Hopefully this way, the only calories I will be consuming will be from the alcohol.
New friend is okay. She's a good time. Not a dumbass, which is obviously a plus. I can actually hold a conversation with her. Also, she can hold her alcohol- another plus. I've had enough of dragging girls heads out of the toilet or out of some random guy's pants. It's nice not having to always be on drunkwhitegirl watch.
I just need to get out and do something. I've gained all this goddamn weight from sitting inside and smoking all day long. Munchies are a motherfucker. Mary Jane helps me turn off the constant thoughts reverberating through my brain, so I'm not about to give her up.
Since being back on blogger, I've regrettably noticed all of my favorite blogs are no longer active.
:(
I hope all you girls are okay. I'm glad to see some of you are still around. I'm not sure which is worse. I want to say maybe it's better most of the community has up and left. They could possibly be on the road to recovery, which is much more than I can say for myself. I feel like I'm moonwalking down the road that brought me this far, and delving back into every sick habit from the past. Sad part is, I wish I could moonwalk faster.
Satansvomit.
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