Sober.

You're the only reason that I remain unfrozen ~Muse

This line is, of course, talking about whiskey. Not my words, but applicable.

Alcohol abuse is abuse when you are abusing the alcohol at very inappropriate times.
Doing things you should be doing sober should be done whilst sober.

Drive your car, go to work, bathe your kids... sober.

Go ahead, get high, have a drink, do a line, smoke a fag, take some pills... on your own time.

"But there are laws." you say.

Yes, there are also ostrich farms. Point is: Who cares?

Too scared? Don't be silly. There's no reason to fear an ostrich!

Go use that brain thing you've got (or Google) and find something you aren't scared of.
Remember, crack is not for everyone!
There are more types intoxicants in the world than types of ostriches.

Ostriches however, will not get you high.

Find what gets you and get it.

Don't live your life in miserable non-indulgence because you think there is "something wrong" indulging.
And, don't try to make others as miserable as yourself.
Nobody likes people who do that; including ostrich farmers.

If anyone respects your right to be self denying, respect their right to inebriate themselves.

And check your medicine cabinet.

twittercrush

My heart is sore.

#pathetic

I have the hugest crush on you. Every time I see you in my timeline, my eyes light up. Anytime you reply to me or mention me my heart lights up. I'm convinced that we are made for each other and cry about the fact that I will never have you.

Inside my pessimistic and realistic heart-parts I know that I will never meet you and even if we did meet, we probably wouldn't even like each other.

I will have to settle on fantasizing about you all day in appropriate and inappropriate ways until it goes away.

Rachael's 30th St. Patrick's Day

I'm turning 30 on 3-17-12

It will be the 30th St. Patrick's Day that I will have been on the planet.

Everybody (almost) in the world raises a glass to me (Or St. Patrick. whatever).

I'll be celebrating this joyous event on Fremont Street in Las Vegas on Saturday March 17, 2012.

I love my birthday. I love St. Patrick's Day. We all know I love drinking. I love Fremont Street. I love my friends.

With these powers combined, we shall create: My 30th Birthday!

Please join me in making this particular St. Pat's amazing.

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Don't be frightened by "Vegas." Fremont Street is downtown/old Vegas and is much cheaper than the Strip as well as way better.

Cheap rooms. cheap drinks, cheap food and no cars (mostly).

Party paradise.

Please let me know what questions you may have.

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And if you can't come; that sucks, but please be sure to have a pint in my name. xoxo

-Rachael

OverThyme

I'm making soup tonight. I love after Thanksgiving because they sell the turkey parts no one wants, like backs and necks. These parts make the best soup!

Tonight I have an actual thigh! It's huge and was only $3! This is exciting because it means there will be more meat in the soup. However, I just went to go stir my broth-in-process around and have found that I put too much thyme in it.

Thyme is necessary for soup - just is, but too much of it can really ruin one's boiled meal.

I tasted it and said, "Oh, I put way to much thyme in it. Oh well."

I'm doubtful it will turn out well, but what can I do?

Am I disappointed that my soup isn't good at the moment? Yes.

Is it done? No.

Is it going to take a while to finish? Yes.

Do I *really* know how it will turn out? No.

AM I just going to keep cooking till I can't cook no mo'? Yes.

I ate some chocolate chips, so I'm not starving or anything but let's consider my soup for a minute:

Take all of my soup questions and pretend it's not soup we are talking about.

Change all that soup bollocks to life.

Am I disappointed with my life at the moment? Yes.

Is it done yet? No.

Is it going to take a while to finish? Yes.

Do I *really* know how it will turn out? No.

Am I just going to keep livin' till I can't live no mo'? Yes.

I just thought of that right now.

High

I wish I were high. I could get high I suppose, but if I did that then I wouldn't be able to wake up in the morning on time. If I don't wake up on time I won't be able to workout. If I don't work out I'll be even more depressed and I'll just want to get high even more than I do now.
Get high, get lost, disappear, escape.
Not unusual for a Pisces, but I know that's not why I feel this way.
Clearly I need new, better, or supplemental medication.

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This Things That Give Us Cause to Celebrate

It's Yardis' second birthday today.
Two years ago I was in Vegas annoyed as fuck dealing with a piece of shit dealership who completely ruined my first new cay buying experience.

Two years later I still love my car. The Yardis is awesome. He is pretty, dependable, and bigger on the inside.
He came with the features I wanted and I enjoy them daily. I don't bathe him much because I allocate my money elsewhere, but I think he understands.

He matches my personality and is functional for my life style. He is no race car and that is a good thing.

He is more unique than most cars just as I am more unique than most people.

I love him.

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Having to get new things gets old.

G+ Can suck it. No shit. I'm tired of moving my social networking from one stupid site to another. I'm tired of moving all my photos and setting up groups and having to FIND the poeple I need to block just so I can block them again!
I'd have to get scratch paper and use hash marks to figure out how many social "networks" I've been on. I'm no stranger to the interwebs I've moved around online 10x more than I've moved in real life; moving in real life is LESS of a pain the the ass.
Here's the skippy: My gmail is for everything public onlne and it's wide open for every piece of shit cunt I don't want in my life. It's attached to all the bridges I've burned and everything in the proverbial bed I've made for myself.That does not mean I'm going to relocate my online social life there. That in fact means that there is no way in Imaginary Hell I am going to move my online social life there.
So keep your unattractive, way too up in my goddamn face social network. Sorry Google. I love you, but fuck off.
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