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First we sat in the waves. IN the waves in our chairs. For a few hours. Then went to a Jason Mraz concert. An old couple in front of us tried to get it on with another Old couple. I really did not sign up for old people orgy. It was nauseating. I like to sit and make fun of people, and make no mistake, the fedora population the Way it was, there was an abundance of material. Haven't been to a good concert in a while. I freaking loved it. It was good for my soul. After the concert we went to get some food. Why there is no food after 11pm in that town i do not know. So 10 miles later we got to IHOP.
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Everything Daniel said, the server couldn't understand. So i dared him to tell her that he was Russian. Which he DID. His little pansy ass didnt chicken out. In a seriously southern accent apoligized saying "Sorry my english isnt so good. Im from Russia" as southern as can be. She just kind of looked at him like 'Why are u telling me this?' said "oh ok" and walked away. How retarded. And as i said before, sober.
Then the next day was another day on the beach. Burned my feet on the deck. Deck? Dock? Dick? Whatever. Then back into the waves. Got some good seashells. Didn't die when I went in the water to "swim" the waves always try to kill me. But not this time. I just tried to soak in the sea. Thinking maybe I can just become one with the waves and melt down into a puddle of salt water to join my friends in our endless sweeping of the shore. But. Obviously didn't. Bc salt water can't blog.
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Then time to hit the showers and head home.
Stopped at the Indian casino to try an get lucky. And I was getting lucky. Then I got cocky and lost all that shit. Felt used and abused. Casino raped me. Need a shower. Then we paid too much for the buffet. We had to wait out a storm. And I ate half my weight in shrimp. Nom. I wanna get back to the casino and get my free play back. Damn you. Getting me addicted to gambling. Maybe Daniel can get money bags to come too and spot me a fifty. Or something.
Oliver starts kindergarten in the morning. Which is probably why I'm up at midnight blogging. I'm freaking out. Just a tad. Alreadyhad to take a lorazepam earlier when I was packing his backpack. Can feel another anxious moment coming on now. Should take another but I've already medicated for bedtime. I think ambien, meletonin, Prozac, AND lorazepam may be one too many. But seriously. My baby is growing up. Sure sometimes he's an asshole who gets on my nerves but ever since he's been in part time daycare, he's home with me more often than not. I'm gonna miss him. More me time which will be great. But he's pretty awesome company.
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Trying to cut down on our family's alcohol consumption as well. Not fun. Bc I really like being drunk. Like really. Maybe I can limit it to once a week. Plus Daniels a dick when he drinks. So he's not allowed to if I'm home. Mostly for health reasons. But also personal. We fight less when we drink less.
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Or at least that's what the theory was. But now I'm wondering if it was just the beach made it all better. Bc we got along better this weekend than we have in months. Repairing our relationship. I thought great, eliminate alcohol and I can go back to loving him and not wanting to also stab him a little. But then we got home. And he was just as douchey as when we left. Is there a drug in the water supply here? That just makes you become an asshole? No I don know what the fix can be. Back to square 1.
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