There are moments where I yearn to throw myself entirely into work. I fear this emotion, that I clung to always, is fleeting. I’m less yielding than I used to be, I admit. Be it recovery, stress, or lack of motivation, I’m not really sure what it is. It’s not laziness, I can assure that, but still… where is the fucking steam, man? Or maybe. Just ( Read more... )

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((written 2days ago & all pix taken the day before the dreaded fucking surgery))

I am super-woman, this shit is my kryptonite.Something about flying truly messes with your head, and more importantly your teeth. Perhaps it is the air pressure? Or maybe it’s the fact that being on a jet is nerve wrecking, causing me to clench my jaw more than ( Read more... )

That was some murder she wrote shit. The redskins game, that is. So close we were. I mean, fuck. Next year, eh Gibbs? Anyway.

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... before i get too deep.

A little FYI:

just got back from a nice, sunny vacation in Southern California. the food in rehab sucks.

Love ya Lots,
Alexis

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