right now
it's foggy and cold out so I'm having one of those quiet, indulgent nights. I went to the market and got some red wine and chocolate chip cookie dough icecream. I'm definitely going to need to go to the gym for a LONG time tomorrow, but I'm enjoying myself tonight! I'm in cozy sleepwear, I turned all the lights off and turned the white christmas lights on. I lit incense and I'm watching friends. SO NICE.
last night I got home and I really needed the storage space of my drawer that once belonged to james. When he moved out, he left all the things that reminded him of me in that drawer and I haven't opened it since. it was WAY too hard. letters, gifts, a drawing kelsie did of us together. so anyway, I haven't opened that drawer in 2 1/2 months. last night, after a couple vodka sodas, I grabbed a bag and threw everything away. liberating.
I felt so liberated that I decided to change my burned out lightbulb in the kitchen. I called mike, who is in sonoma right now, and told him to stay on the phone and if I fall to call 911. I grabbed the only tall chair I have in my house (bar stool style) and climbed up there. The only thing I could hold on to was the ceiling.
I ended up falling.
the stool slipped out from under my feet and I hit the ground. I'm glad that I had those vodka sodas because my body just tumbled across the floor almost into the living room. but then again, had I not had those vodka sodas, I probably wouldn't have fallen in the first place... anyway, I just sat there on the ground saying "oww.. oww.. mike, don't call 911 I'm okay!" OUCH it still hurts.
and I also bought a new blowdryer today. a t3 featherweight. expensive. and amazing.
last night I got home and I really needed the storage space of my drawer that once belonged to james. When he moved out, he left all the things that reminded him of me in that drawer and I haven't opened it since. it was WAY too hard. letters, gifts, a drawing kelsie did of us together. so anyway, I haven't opened that drawer in 2 1/2 months. last night, after a couple vodka sodas, I grabbed a bag and threw everything away. liberating.
I felt so liberated that I decided to change my burned out lightbulb in the kitchen. I called mike, who is in sonoma right now, and told him to stay on the phone and if I fall to call 911. I grabbed the only tall chair I have in my house (bar stool style) and climbed up there. The only thing I could hold on to was the ceiling.
I ended up falling.
the stool slipped out from under my feet and I hit the ground. I'm glad that I had those vodka sodas because my body just tumbled across the floor almost into the living room. but then again, had I not had those vodka sodas, I probably wouldn't have fallen in the first place... anyway, I just sat there on the ground saying "oww.. oww.. mike, don't call 911 I'm okay!" OUCH it still hurts.
and I also bought a new blowdryer today. a t3 featherweight. expensive. and amazing.