The party-chick who probably has seen it all, she isn’t tired and she wants to go on. The party-chick who probably has seen it all, she isnt tired and she wants to go on. I read this somewhere this weekend , It was dumb and over the top and very much me along time ago. I thought to myself “hey this is a good opening for my blog,” it is real and honest. Suddenly it became all to real because I rolled with it,  and it wasn’t so long ago and at times I still can behave that way.  Let’s get this out of the way for those that may want to bitch and complain . I am not a doctor nor am I giving advice , so if you are offended , move on. Ok now back to my rambling,  I ask myself , Self  what in the f*ck was so special about being the party-chick, you know the one that just tags along , and thinks sleep does not apply to you ?  I must admit that right off , I am not struck with thoughts of regret and “if only “ shit. No , I have flashbacks of some pretty wild times ,   Alaska  being one of them,  mostly me talking to bears dressed as yogi and the bunch. I laugh out loud . This doesn’t last long because I am in the bedroom and we have company in the living-room . (being sick gets me out of these everlasting visits). My point being , I wish that I had taken another road.But I didn’t. I chose to party hard and run wild. I pay the price now but it wasn’t all bad. I can laugh about it. Tonight ! I am happy for the times that these memories do not tear me into pieces , and allow me to think back to how I may have felt then.  I beat myself up enough on a daily basis for the choices that I have made. So whenever, I am allowed to smile about the dumb shit that my former party-chick self made .. Great! I reach deep down into my gut and allow the laughter to come out with guilt.  Anyone who has been there knows this is no easy matter because ,you only get that  one or two minutes before reality sets in.  Looking in the mirror , winkles line me face , my hair is thinner while my waist is larger and my heart is heavy… still I smile, just a bit . 

The party-chick who probably has seen it all, she isn’t tired and she wants to go on.

The party-chick who probably has seen it all, she isnt tired and she wants to go on. I read this somewhere this weekend , It was dumb and over the top and very much me along time ago.

I thought to myself “hey this is a good opening for my blog,” it is real and honest. Suddenly it became all to real because I rolled with it,  and it wasn’t so long ago and at times I still can behave that way. 

Let’s get this out of the way for those that may want to bitch and complain . I am not a doctor nor am I giving advice , so if you are offended , move on.

Ok now back to my rambling,  I ask myself , Self  what in the f*ck was so special about being the party-chick, you know the one that just tags along , and thinks sleep does not apply to you ? 

I must admit that right off , I am not struck with thoughts of regret and “if only “ shit.

No , I have flashbacks of some pretty wild times ,   Alaska  being one of them,  mostly me talking to bears dressed as yogi and the bunch. I laugh out loud . This doesn’t last long because I am in the bedroom and we have company in the living-room . (being sick gets me out of these everlasting visits). My point being , I wish that I had taken another road.But I didn’t. I chose to party hard and run wild. I pay the price now but it wasn’t all bad. I can laugh about it. Tonight ! I am happy for the times that these memories do not tear me into pieces , and allow me to think back to how I may have felt then. 

I beat myself up enough on a daily basis for the choices that I have made. So whenever, I am allowed to smile about the dumb shit that my former party-chick self made .. Great! I reach deep down into my gut and allow the laughter to come out with guilt. 

Anyone who has been there knows this is no easy matter because ,you only get that  one or two minutes before reality sets in. 

Looking in the mirror , winkles line me face , my hair is thinner while my waist is larger and my heart is heavy… still I smile, just a bit . 

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Don’t Take it So Seriously Happy Friday Is that sunshine that I am hearing. Are the birds really singing for me. Because I can swear that they are  singing to me loud and clear. I am not annoyed this morning that they are waking me up. No yelling , no throwing the pillow at the window. Nope , I got up and unless I have reached a new phase of illness, it feels as if the annoying sounds coming from the window are  talking to directly to me. OK, to the normal person maybe that does  sound a bit off . But if you have been reading my blog you already that I am anything but normal, or rather this my normal. Lets bypass the birds , I got up this morning and the feeling of helplessness and despair isn’t digging at my heart, trying to lead me to the other side . Depression. I really hate it. I don’t have to tell you but it sucks. In the past two days I have been watching non stop on YouTube “True Crime “ episodes. As I open the windows and let some air in, it occurs that I have been stuck in the world of Paula Zahn .  Also I think that I better say that I am not promoting alcohol , of course I know it is better without it. I do enjoy a drink every now and then so : Don’t Take it So Seriously

Don’t Take it So Seriously


Happy Friday
Is that sunshine that I am hearing. Are the birds really singing for me. Because I can swear that they are  singing to me loud and clear. I am not annoyed this morning that they are waking me up. No yelling , no throwing the pillow at the window. Nope , I got up and unless I have reached a new phase of illness, it feels as if the annoying sounds coming from the window are  talking to directly to me. OK, to the normal person maybe that does  sound a bit off . But if you have been reading my blog you already that I am anything but normal, or rather this my normal. Lets bypass the birds , I got up this morning and the feeling of helplessness and despair isn’t digging at my heart, trying to lead me to the other side . Depression. I really hate it. I don’t have to tell you but it sucks. In the past two days I have been watching non stop on YouTube “True Crime “ episodes. As I open the windows and let some air in, it occurs that I have been stuck in the world of Paula Zahn .  Also I think that I better say that I am not promoting alcohol , of course I know it is better without it. I do enjoy a drink every now and then so :


Don’t Take it So Seriously


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