Chelsea is... going down in a blaze of glory, motherfuckers.

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My blanket-pillow situation has gotten out of control. I now have 8 pillows on my bed and 4 blankets. I'm also sleeping on top of TWO extra pillowy featherbeds. All of this coupled with my beyond soft sheets is making my bed something too ridiculous for words. Today when I was readjusting my blankets, I noticed there was a towel in my bed. How long ( Read more... )

So Friday night I decided to stop using heroin, and by Saturday morning I was already going through withdrawals. There was sweating, shaking, vomiting, crying, screaming, flailing. All of it. I started having vivid hallucinations that I was being pulled into the core of the earth, falling past the machine-like moving plates of the mantle and then ( Read more... )

You can always tell when things are going well in my life when I barely ever post as much as I used to.

So, that's what you should know. Things are going well.

Today is a Monday. And I'm really irritated. And edgy. And sort of nauseated. And kinda pissed off. And ready to get out of work and do other things.

Maybe Chez Nous? A manhattan sounds good right now.

It's funny that when you think you've lost the greatest thing ever you can still find something better.

I... want... things... now... Errrrrrrr... I... things... want... please... pleeeeeaaaaaasseee...

So, Chez Nous is nice. Nice and fucking dark that is. It's really great for those times you want to go hibernate in a cave... which is EXACTLY what I want to do most nights. And with $3 special 60's drinks, oh my. Manhattans are whispering my name, calling me back. I got to wear one of my uber mod dresses, too, which was fun ( Read more... )

Thaaaaaaaaanks. So much.

Really.

Best,
Chelsea

P.S. JAYKAY. FUCK YOU.