I’m having what for me is breakfast

I still love Whit Stillman!

Anyway, more importantly….

Where the hell have I been?

I’ll tell you. I’ve been drinking….mostly with our new friends of the Pampelmoosery. And now my liver is angry at me. I mean, it hasn’t sent me any nasty emails or anything, but it’s been a little distant and just, you know, weird in general.

Like, I had a glass of wine last night and it was all, “Oh hey.” And I was all, “Hi!” (big hug) and then it just sat there awkwardly, not doing anything, leaving me feeling a little cold and lonely. So instead of confronting it, I thought I’d just give it some space for a few days and see where we’re at on say, Wednesday.

Well you know what? Fuck that. I don’t even need that organ. All a girl really needs is her kidneys, heart and brain. You hear me liver? You can be replaced.

So, yes, I had quite a few nights out last week and they were super fun but this week is going to be about the Work. And by Work I mean shopping for new school clothes! That’s right….I’m going to school! Well, I’m taking a class anyway. I’m taking a class at The Attic which is supposed to help me “get in touch with my writing voice” or some nonsense. But judging from my lack of posts in the last few months I think we can all agree I really need someone to kick me in the ass. And I would prefer to pay someone to do it, so please don’t volunteer for the job, Interweb.

Oh, but I hate writing classes - with so much hate. I just don’t want to hear about the first time these people saw a flower and how it invoked the innocent, unearthly beauty of children. Or how the 39 year old bartender is really getting into Henry Miller for the first time. Or recitations of Seamus Heany.

Oh God, I really don’t.

This is why I think a fun, kicky new school outfit would help me wade through the river of crap to which I’m about to be subjected.

I’m thinking something like this…