going out vs. staying in
So I didn't attend a single class last week. I feel pretty lame about that, to say the least. But I did learn a lot, I totally fucked up, and it sort of feels like I had hit my lowest low, and now I'm ready to go. Though I feel really guilty about having cut myself, I think it actually served my purpose- I became more aware of my body and its functions in this space. I've been eating a lot better, and that makes me feel better- and I think the fact that I cut made me not so urgey to purgey.
Went out with Mike's business folk; there were eight of us- all in the form of couples. We went to the pizza place owned by the parents of that brat that would always get pierced for trade- I think she might have been having a birthday party there because the place was crawling with kids who have no clue what the eighties were beyond the look. It was really amusing and sad at the same time- and then we had this really odd toast to this new account their business got. I didn't know if I should play the good wife and toast, or play the raging artist and be anti social. I toasted. It was weird. I hope they like me.
Going to my parents tonight for hamburgers on the grill. It's so sunny and cold today, as it was yesterday and the day before. I like playing in my art room when it's sunny. We're supposed to bring dessert tonight to dinner- we've opted to go to Sweet Life for treats, because I don't feel like making and cleaning up a mess in the kitchen. Plus, they're better at making treats than I am.
Went out with Mike's business folk; there were eight of us- all in the form of couples. We went to the pizza place owned by the parents of that brat that would always get pierced for trade- I think she might have been having a birthday party there because the place was crawling with kids who have no clue what the eighties were beyond the look. It was really amusing and sad at the same time- and then we had this really odd toast to this new account their business got. I didn't know if I should play the good wife and toast, or play the raging artist and be anti social. I toasted. It was weird. I hope they like me.
Going to my parents tonight for hamburgers on the grill. It's so sunny and cold today, as it was yesterday and the day before. I like playing in my art room when it's sunny. We're supposed to bring dessert tonight to dinner- we've opted to go to Sweet Life for treats, because I don't feel like making and cleaning up a mess in the kitchen. Plus, they're better at making treats than I am.