Vice. not Miami.

Thanks for everyone who’s text/written/called to check in on my sanity this week. It was kind of a rough one, complicated and full of more questions than answers. But whatever, right? The worst part of it was I succumbed to chips and dip. real. not low or free in the fat area. and ate an entire california pizza kitchen frozen crispy crust pizza.

the whole thing.

How long to does one have to fight age old vices before one wins??? do they ever go away? God. It’s been a long long long time since I’ve binged like that. and yes, gross. I felt like shit. Still kind of do. So now, am fighting the urge to do a major cleanse. Another old old vice. Instead, I’m working on being normal. Breathing in and out on a regular basis. Going to the play committee this afternoon. Heading out for some Frontier Time and prepping for Fall Fest next weekend.

I went to see another play last night. World Of Mirth. Produced by the group at Ghostlight. The lead was freakin amazing. Quite frankly, there was only one other person in the cast who was as engaging as the lead. Everyone else paled. Even people I’d seen before and know their work to be solid. Pale. Pale Vampire Pale. (Oh. new ep of TrueBlood tonight!) Like this guy…seriously folks. He spent the ENTIRE SHOW in a dunk tank. caged. center stage. contained. and I was meta-mor-ized (as my friend M’lynn’s friend says!)

So, if you are local, please. Do yourself a favor. Get down to Paseo the next few weekends and catch a viewing. Support the local theatre. If anyone is interested in going, I’d go with you. not next weekend, but the next Friday, possibly?

If you aren’t local…I really freakin wish you were.

ps. I netflixxed Damian’s British mini series The Forsyte Saga.

i fell asleep during the first ep.

saltine dry.

but pretty pretty boy in a top hat and using his own dialect…makes for a reeeeeeely good No Pantie Sunday!

3 thoughts on “Vice. not Miami.

  1. I watched the original version of the Forsyte Saga and…yeah. Just gah, I mean, I finished it because I’m like that but it was rough going.I was reading some stuff by newish vegan recently. She was talking about how her physical cravings for certain foods were gone, just poo gone. I called bullshit. But in a really nice way.

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  2. yeah. I get the whole idea and how it really works for some people. but you cannot tell me that by forgoing a major amount of foodstuffs that i will forgo the urge to binge and cleanse….fuck off. in a nice way. xoxoand it was that fucking pizza that i burnt my hand on. signs signs everywhere are signs.

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  3. You have to give yourself room for things like this. Do you binge like that everyday? Of course you don’t. You said so yourself. You felt awful afterward (I’m hoping you mean physically). I’m not saying it’s ok to go on food benders, but let’s face it. No ones perfect and by denying the thing you really want, those things that bring you joy to eat, you risk going ape shit when a platter of it is placed before you. Remember Alfred Molina’s character in Chocolat?Your doing fan-fucking-tastic.

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