day drinking

Sunny Sundays in New York are not for lovers, they're for getting 'day drunk' with fellow jilted Brookynites.

"If love is a battlefield but happiness is a warm gun, why bother?" --Miss.Leah

Seriously.

escapism

I've never been more ready for a change of scenery in my life.

"I love you New York, but you're bringing me down..." LCD Soundsystem

A trip to Aruba is probably the best birthday gift I've ever received. But this comes pretty close...




Professional grade, with all the attachments, and I literally squealed with delight upon it delivery to me. Its big enough to mix bread dough for 3 loaves! Bigger is totally better. Yeah, I went there.

In an unrelated note-if you ever find yourself drunk at a bar sitting between your current lover and a former lover with whom you have a very sordid past, run. Nothing good will come from this situation. Nothing.

I should have run.

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for those that followed the last blog--i know these posts were always praised, the drunk rants...

my thoughts on conditions.

is love unconditional? is anything unconditional? no, no it is not.

it is conditional. everything is conditional, everything you do, that i do, is built on a premise or a qualification. they people in your life that are willing to modify those qualifications are the people that you should keep closest.

"do not take me home until i am drunk,very drunk indeed." -holly golightly

and they didn't.

and when i thought it was all over, i had a little debbie brownie in lieu of a birthday cake, which was not my ideal, but i'll let those stipulations slide, because some things can be unconditional. if you want them to be. even if it confuses you at first.