sugarbabies…

i came home today…

eternal sunshine … aka miami… is a great cure for the winter blues…

i didnt buy a return ticket ’cause i wasnt sure how long i was gonna stay… how long it would take to start feeling like myself again… but… after a few days i realized i really just wanted to come home (home…. is such a raw word for me these days) and deal with stuff …not hide in plain sight on a fancy yacht…one of the good things about money… is that if you have enough of it you can pretty much afford to distract yourself from almost anything you dont want to deal with… one of the the bad things is…. it never reallllly works….soo…. i booked a flight home

i called abdul  sorry thats Ab-Cool…. i wanted to practice delegating… to give up some responsibility…any responsibility…and i havent used the car service in ages…its an easy enough thing to give up on cold dreary nights when your mind is elsewhere….he seemed genuinely happy to see me…. and what girl doesnt like getting greeted at the airport by a good looking man with a bear hug??? even if he is… the limo driver…

i dropped my bag by the door…one of my mad skillz…is that i can pretty much pack for an indefinite period of time in one bag… one med sized Tumi Ballistic overnight bag…i like to think the skill is mine… but… it might be the near perfect design of the bag… i wish Tumi would come out with a line for emotional baggage…

there were empty bottles of VOSS filling the sink… (in 2009 i would realllly like to get the housekeeper on some sort of regular schedule; and delegate more, and learn to open a bottle of champagne…)…the 2 dozen white roses hadnt drooped yet (amazing) … on the table theres a small pile of literary magazines, a large pile of junk mail, a few late christmas cards (better late than never…right?) a note taped to the bathroom mirror means ill probably need to get a restraining order…great…like i have time for that…a vintage fur coat is on the floor by the sofa… i have hardly worn it this year… but the slight sunburn and the cold…make me wanna climb into something extra cozy … the heat has been turned off for a few days…  the place is freezing…i slip the coat on… sometimes i reallly do feel granny with me when i wear it…

i think of the christmas eve midnight mass ….when i was a little kid … and i fell asleep in the pew snuggled up against her and that fur coat…  thats religion to me…

i look around… its dark and the lights dont  seem to help…

i turn on the game…tell me they didnt just throw it to bobby wade….christ…

i pour a vodka tonic… (a familiar act turned silly & glamorous by the addition of the fur)

and then

<insert the sounds of hell freezing over>

i called a boy…

its 2009 bitchezzzz…a new year …ANYTHING …..could happen…

xoxo

“im not a concept…im just a fucked up girl looking for her own peace piece of mind…” -clementine

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