Aggie: Zoloft Poster Child

The Place is a Pig Sty

Well, spent Saturday recovering from the champagne induced hangover I incurred Friday night at the Plaza Hotel's final days. Had tea with Larissa (pics to follow)

Death and Taxes

To celebrate my realization that I am probably going to owe the IRS a whole lotta money for inadvertently defrauding them I went out and bought a pair of shoes. Then another. And another. In total, 10 pairs of shoes. Actually it was 9 pairs, and a pair of Nike Air Shox to use at the gym. Imelda Marcos would've been proud.

It's not a big deal, the tax thing really, I just thought that my cat was a dependent. This is what I get for growing up a spoiled brat. I will be paying major penalties. But this was the first year in my life that I filed them all by myself!

As for the shoe thing, sounds impulsive, doesn't it? Sounds almost bipolar, maybe? I just got sick and tired of wearing my black Pumas day in, day out when walking to work. I need color, I'm on an upswing here, I just turned 30-something and I'm single again! Larissa and I are going to hang Saturday night and go dancing!

Insomnia

I'm going to try to fall asleep at three. I do feel better already. Re-designed my blogs, feeling better already.

Lover Man, Oh Where Can You Be?

There's a new biography coming out on my favorite singer in the world, Billie Holliday...My favorite song? "Glad to Be Unhappy." I'm listening to the last hours of the 2-week Billie Holliday Fest, on wkcr, 89.9FM.

It's time to break out the morphine. My ears are ringing.

The Greatest Love Story of All

You know that final scene in "Sid and Nancy" where Sid (Gary Oldman)-- after fatally stabbing his paramour, Nancy Spungen-- by accident, of course--encounters a trio of street kids? One is holding a boombox, KC & The Sunshine Band's blaring, and the boys circle around Sid as he dances amongst the rubble with a smile on his face (he's outta jail, Nancy's dead but it hasn't registered yet 'cause he's so high!)

Get down, get down, get down, get down,

Get Down Tonight!!

That scene encapsulates what I call my Zoloft Feelin' For the Day!  It's 12:16 Wednesday morning, I'm a free agent again, Nathan's circulating my "Good Riddance" e-mail amongst his friends, his ex-ex-girlfriend (can't believe I put up with them), et al. and they're laughing at me, but I could care less. I could be a millionairess!

Popping a seroquel to go to sleep (I have to be at work at 9:30am), I have to hit the elliptical trainer at 7:30.

Billy Joel is fresh outta rehab!