Lost was killer tonight. I love the show and am so disappointed that the season is over. We actually have to wait another 9 months for the next season. Yuck.

Anyway ,that bastard James was supposed to come over tonight and he just couldn’t handle being too tired to wake up for work. Whatever. He called to ask us to go to Chuck E. Cheese with him, ( Read more... )

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So it happened again. I slept with Sawyer. I tried to explain to him why it wasn’t a good idea. That I was tired of being treated like a fuck friend, when we are real friends. He gave me the lip service I needed to hear and the rest is history. It was probably the best sex we ever had. I don’t know whether that is good or bad. I guess its good, ( Read more... )

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I never have slept with someone, just for the sake of physical pleasure. That is not how my body reaches orgasm. The kissing and the cuddling are what I need. The chance that this person I am kissing, might be the one, is what gets me off.

Obviously that is the way I feel about Sawyer, or I wouldn’t be sleeping with him. That is not the way he ( Read more... )

Tonight’s episode of Lost was pretty cool, maybe not the best episode of the season but still definitely a good one. What I most liked about the episode were the revealing flash forwards, it’s like more pieces of the puzzle are now being filled in. In a show that answers questions with more questions, this has been a long time coming. Although we ( Read more... )

Right now my mother is trying so hard to unnerve me. I am determined not to let her do it this time. The last time she took up this campaign against me, I had eleven months clean and I slowly began to unravel. Finally I ended up having the catastrophic melt down that got my son taken from me, my drivers’ license, my freedom. It was ugly. Tabitha ( Read more... )

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Today I am waiting for this lady to come from North Eastern to interview me for a study she is doing on mothers in recovery. Its not bad and she gives me Target gift cards. We really need a microwave and my therapist gave me one of those microwave carts, so we can’t use the excuse that we no longer have the counter space for one. I don’t know how ( Read more... )

Last night I was doing spring cleaning sorting through old clothes and I found this little pair of brown sneakers Patrick wore when he was two years old. Right about the time he was taken away from me. I was going to put them into a pile to give to Aisling’s son Aiden, but then took them back.

I asked myself, “Should I save these for Tabitha?” She ( Read more... )