ADDICTION

BRIGETTE PUGH SAID...
I had one of those far away moments the other day. One minute I was putting stuff in a bag for the kids' swim play date and the next moment I was wondering how I managed to get myself responsible for two more people? The space between the present and when I used to get paid a dollar and hour to babysit evaporated. Some days I wish I could take the dollar and go home.

For those of you who do not read my COMMENTS, this was a comment to my post "Far Away", left by my faithful friend. I thought it was a good read, and worthy of a post on the front page.

Back to reality and my own uncertain moods and words, I'd like to say this: I'm a bit tipsy and a bit angry, and don't honestly know how to approach this at this very moment, without coming across as a complete schizophrenic psychopath. (So I'll do it anyway.)

Addiction. Whathafuck?

What are we truly addicted to? Yes, I'm including all of you assholes as well. No one's excluded, no one's left out. Me first.

I'm addicted to...chocolate, bread, cheese, unsweetened iced tea, my cell phone, my make-up, the occasional fried food, and my couch. And music- I like music.

So. I guess 8 out of 9 are not so healthy. But hey- I never was, and never said I would be, at the age of well, thirty-something. But my addictions are weighing heavy on me this evening, and I feel they should be addressed. GOD, I'm so disgustingly honest.

So honest, that I must say I'm too tired to finish this post. Hopefully I'll remember next time what I was trying to say. So sorry, my sorry friends.

Love be to all,