Entries from December 2009

New Year’s Eve

December 31, 2009

a photo prediction of my new year’s eve

cocktails. flirting shamelessly with hh. pearls still on straight.

handbag and shoe showdown with newport's finest cougars and kittens

hh seducing me school girl giddy

dj pumps out "safety dance". i can't contain myself..."ssss...aaaa.....fffff...eee"

mini dance floor break for fluids and hamstring stretching

amused by the oc hookers drunken debauchery. always an overturned purse, dropped cell, spilled valtrex bottle.

back to dance floor. interpretive dramatic hour.

pearls lost. head pounding. i hate new year's eve.

just a prediction. maybe everyone will cancel at the last minute, want to stay home, and we’ll play canasta. i’ll still get one hip shake to “men without hats”.

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December 29, 2009

lately i need earplugs for night’s silence; its mute heartbeat CLANGS in my ears keeping me from pastel dreamland.

parched eyeballs dry heave, weary from tv screens, books, magazines, and computers…..they are my new ineffectual sleeping aids.

i have taken the ambien path. an effective path. a path that garners at least 8 uninterrupted hours of quality slumber. a path paved with soothing, snug, seductive sheets; pillows that caress and cosset; bewitching and benevolent blankets doting away my sorrows, past and present. a path also paved with sparrows and rabbits (cartoon form) magically appearing to frolic and lullaby me to sleep. further down this loopy lane i’ll find myself plucking sweet peas and tulips from my nightgown with which i’ll then fashion into the most beautiful bouquet. but not before i’ll have a final 48 minutes of total and complete amnesia.

yes, i wake up refreshed. i also wake up to ninety-eight new facebook friends, a missing jar of costco size peanut butter, and a one broken heel on my favorite kate spade pumps.


so, i’m off the ambien route, and back to valerian, warm tea (yes the herbal kind!!!), and counting golden retrievers.

resolution #1: find (non-amy winehouse) sleep remedy

happy wednesday loves.

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party girl

December 29, 2009

parties give me a turn.

although i have every intention of belle-ing it up, by the fourth round of it’s kind of like pilates, i’m ready to lie in front of the next oncoming speeding train. i can’t remedy this anxiety. i’m most certainly a social person. i can’t love enough on the men and women who bag my groceries. the secrets spilled during my venti drip acquisitions would make you blush (dylan at peet’s i own you for life)……….baristas are fabulous raconteurs.

but why is it at a party twenty plus, no matter how pretty my dress, i end up tucking away (usually with a dog), or leaving early feeling rotten, blue, and incompetent.

i envy you butterflies who’s wings expand with the crowd.

we went to an engagement party this weekend. dear friends. practically family. my heart did a toe-touch i was so happy to see them. an hour later i was looking for a bed to hide under.

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