Well, my life is officially boring. Maybe this is why I drank. I suppose I've done well on the no-drinking front - haven't had any alcohol with the exception of maybe 4 drinks last Saturday and 2 on Sunday. I know I wasn't supposed to imbibe at all, per my psychiatrist's instructions, but oh well. I maintained control of my intake.
I'm got a marketing analyst job. Like a normie.
I still miss work. I dream I'm back at the club nearly every night, it's so weird. Still playing with the idea of traveling and working a weekend in another city every so often.
Both my closest friends are dating people; one is still dating the mexican's old roommate (over 2 years now!), and the other is dating a guy from her work. This means I'll start dating someone soon because I hate being the only one without someone. Whenever we go do anything its me and two couples. Boo. That's sort of what prompted me to hang out with the mexican however many years ago (2). Maybe workplace guy has a roommate I can sleep with, ha.
I miss the craziness of my old life. Growing up sucks.
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- TheHappySociopath
- Just an alcoholic stripper trying to make some money and not kill people in the process.
1 comment:
Yes growing up sucks. There is no security in security, best to learn to live a balance. Find a undemanding sugar-daddy to keep on the side. Tinkerbell swears by this. You sound a little like her in some ways.
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