Ok so now that I am an enlightened non-alcoholic (sober for one day hurrah haroo hurray it's a start fuck off) I'm thinking it's necessary to carry this maturity over into other aspects of my life. Take my cat, for instance, the little cutie that is Mr. Wendy. Usually, my heart sinks when I remember I have a cat. I find him annoying, volatile and aggressive... so, so aggressive. ALAS, in these newly sober days, Mr. Wendy is welcome to recline in my bed as I lie here tucked up next to him, schnuggling and purring respectively. The alcoholic in me wants to push him off. But now that my vision isn't so heavily vodka impaired, I can see he is quite sweet.
Not sure how my born again sobriety and Mr. Wendy affection resonates through these pictures, but I do feel an underlying thread in that my newness in approach to life will be accompanied by sophistication in dress:
chill fit, grey, lips, socks, jacket, clear skin, blowdry, button, varnish, casual knit casual knit casual knit.
i've been feeling that i want to embrace life in teetotal! i fell off the bandwagon last night with a smidgen of champagne, but one (two, three, four?) glasses can be overlooked, right?
ReplyDeleteoh, absolutely! champagne is way too classy to count in the binge drinking arena! i've been sober for two days and was tempted by a beer tonight but remembered myself in time. it felt good. but sober.
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