Currently Listening The Empire Strikes Back: The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (Special Edition) By John Williams, London Symphony Orchestra see related

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It’s nearly 2am on a school night, and here I sit in my underwear and the back-tie hospital gown I stole from rehab; restless, nerves standing like the fur of a squirrel in a drizzle, with John Williams orchestrating a whirlwind of horns and strings through my ears.

This is impossible. How the hell can I prune and trim down the events of this past summer without making a novel out of this entry. I feel like I’m trying to stuff my dick up a mouses ass with this one (yeah, my penis is small, but not that small!). I guess I’ll do my life an injustice, and put the past ½ year in list form (though I’ll probably end up skipping half of the shit that happened unless I sit down for a few days and think about it).

Hmmm... let’s see. Currently on six months with my boyfriend Jonathon (God bless him for putting up with me), the weeklong trip to coastal Maine including Acadia National Park, going to court in a half a month for a DUI I got on June 30^th with Jim Beam riding shotgun (blood alcohol level above a .2), my living in Princeton house rehabilitation center from the week of July 7th-14th due to my fondness for booze and speed, the subsequent daily outpatient rehab which I’m still involved in, the numerous OA meetings I’ve attended for my still ravenous bulimia, the Gary Numan concert in early August, the Michael McDonald/Steely Dan concert in late August (the pot smoke in the outdoor air was so think it was burning my eyes), my best friend becoming a mother (congratulations Julie - Jasmine is adorable), the life lessons learned... Jesus, I really can’t put it together coherently, so in my next few entries I’m going to backpedal and go into further detail about this past summer which has earned an infinite spot in my heart. This has been the most challenging, yet soul searching (and finding) time in a good long while, and in a strange way, I thank God for shoving all the self-instigated problems in my face. I’ve renewed my relationship with him, which was growing stale for too long.