I hate when I do something and I can remember the last time I did it, I was drunk. It sucks. It makes me realize how much I was screwing up. I've had about four or five really ugly reminders of that the last few weeks.
The holidays are hard. It's tough enough to scramble to get everywhere you want to go and finish everything you need to get done, but throw into that forced family gatherings, stressed out people and alcohol being around you everywhere and it can be unbearable.
I look forward to relaxing for the rest of the day tomorrow after I eat. I'll try to stay sane if you try to stay sane, deal?
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Friday Music - Bobby Pickett
I've already seen the best costume. Trust me, it worked. If you are going to have one hit, own it and enjoy your success.
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This reminds me so freaking much of 83 and 84... I remember when a muse tried to trick me. She pretended to hate something she was to see...
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Another year down. Was in New Orleans, Savannah, Chicago, the Great Wilderness, and San Francisco. I had one of the better years of my life.
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