mother
I bought a 6 pack of Bass today, and waited until the kids went to bed to drink them. I told myself it was merely because I needed the taste. The buzz of alcohol caused me to dial my mother’s number for the first time in a year. A mere 15 minutes of hearing her alcoholic monologue has me letting the remainder of this bottle sit stagnant, and reminds me why I choose to abstain.
God, let me never become that.
Julie, perhaps you are the only one that will understand this. If anyone ever needed a reason to not drink, Laura J would be it.
i have a feeling i’ve asked you this before, but are they your kids? how did you come about such things? *puzzled look* ryn- idk. too tired from the fcking to formulate a proper reply. maybe in a bit.
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for some reason i can’t click on anything at all on your old diary 🙁 i’d love to read it.. but i can’t at the moment. is it the layout? i like the layout.
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Yup – I get that one. But… You are not your mother. And if you became that, I would kick your ever-loving pixie butt to kingdom come. So that’s something, right?
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