Passengers on board flight 030809, this is your captain speaking, liver aching and altogether run-down. I woke this morning to my ex-esposo Red telling me that as soon as we're able, "we need to talk." "About what?," I mumbled. "Your drinking problem…this isn't going to keep flying Han, I worry about you, and if you keep it up you aren't going to be able to keep staying here." Yep, you're reading this right, I cohabitate with my ex husband a veces, in our house which I have stayed in one of our three bedrooms on and off since we divorced officially in January, unofficially in October. Long story. Not going into that part of it hoy. Anywho, what my non-drinking ex doesn't comprende is that I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a binge drinker, which, depending on my stress level can last the better part of a week, but who's labeling me other than him. I don't wake up in the morning shaking for a drink, nor do I put off anything but homework and working out because of a cerveza or twelve, I simply work hard on the things I need to, and play harder. Could be ignorance, could be unnecessary on my part, could be my unraveling, but either way, this is me, now. I'm divorced and heavier than I want to be, drink like it's a contest, and put up Kobe Bryant numbers in my dating life, but you know what, perhaps it is in a person's unraveling, in being everything you despise fundamentally, that you get an extremely clear picture of who you want to be, finally comprehend just what not to do, who not to be the next day. Perhaps it's in the failings that one actually sees the future. I don't know how many more days I can get a ride here to the ex's drunk and think he's gonna put up with it, but even I know when a too-good thing is coming to an end, and I don't give me in this casa another mes. But regardless of address change, (drumroll please), the 60-40.
- Good- I only worked two noches this week and was able to recuperate a bit, but regardless of the fact that en la semana pasada I worked six nights, I still made bank this week like I had worked just as much.
- Good- CC boys won their first sectional basketball title in over thirty anos. Muy bien.
- Bad- One of my boss's overly intelligent nine year old twins somehow figured out how to get on my blog and read through each of my posts. "Well, dot dot dot, what did you think," I inquired. "Umm, you're life is kinda crazy, and you curse a lot," she said. "Did you understand any of the Spanish that I used," I countered. "Yeah, and that was my favorite part," she said, "Because I didn't know if it was bad or not." Haha.
- Good- A guy that I've crushed on para siempre, who earlier in the week I figured was off limits to me because his amigo told me talking to him would be a waste of my tiempo, turned out to be just as into me as I am to him. Not like I didn't figure as much, but, I love being validated. And the look on the caras of his friends when I cast my bait and started to reel him in was freaking priceless.
- Bad- I reconnected with an old friend, who, unfortunately, although I will always care for him on some level, revealed too much to me feelings wise, and tried to call my character and self in general into question, something that I absolutely despise. Not because I have a problema casting my flaws into the limelight, because if you read this blog, I obviously do not, but simply because I don't want to be called a liar based on the delusions of another. Triste.
- Good- He gave me fifty dolares, which he owed me since football season because my pro squad dominated his. Who's complaining now? Not yo.
- Bad- Two of my friends got into some trouble this weekend, gracias operation pullover. This should probably be a heads-up to all of us, and by all of us, I mean all of us.
- Good- I am on spring break, and I plan on doing a couple fun things with my jack-around tiempo, this including sleeping in that doesn't involve me skipping school or putting off life's necessities, canoodling with a boy, and life shadowing one of my good friends, Z.
- Bad- I heard the funniest/most cringe worthy joke tonight, a terrible combo yo se, especially as a sports fan, but I have to repeat it, because I'm sort of a bitch like that…The joke is in reference to the boat wreck last week that only one of four football players survived off the coast of Florida, including two NfL'ers, 3 of whom have not, and I doubt will be found, r.i.p…"Did you hear about the recent free agent signings? Cory Smith was picked up by the Dolphins." Omg, I just mouthed the sinner's prayer even repeating that, but I know a few of you are going to laugh when you think about this, and either way, haha or no, lo siento.
- Good- I am going to be able to post every day, sometimes more than once because I have seven dias with nada to do, except trabajar starting Thursday. You know you love this shit.
Xoxo to siempre, and to all a good noche.
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