(Romy Schneider)

I'm ok. I'm fine. Everything is alright. (Keep saying it until you believe it). I am now believing it.

Sunday Evening: Listening to Patsy Cline. Drinking a Jack and Ginger. Winding down the freakin weekend.

Yesterday was the wedding of two of my friends. It was really nice. Ceremony was good, reception was fun. I got to dance some. Too much country for my liking, but it wasn't my wedding. Everything was groovy until I had an emotional collapse towards the end of the evening. I would like to blame it all on the champagne and beers that I kept indulging on. It is due for some of the blame. I should mainly blame myself. Sometimes I wish I could turn my heart off. When my heart is on, it's on.

"Regrets, I've had a few; But then again, too few to mention." - Frank Sinatra

Phew.... I'm fine. I just got worked up and sometimes I can't help myself. I'm good to go and I will go.

So this afternoon I was bored and Mask, the movie, was on again. I challenged my emotions to not cry at the end. It didn't work. I sobbed this time. I was alone so it was ok.

Emotions...you have let me down this weekend.

Why does Morrissey/The Smiths have so many songs about my life? So many songs they have written seem to be about me, whether the song is a upper or downer.


P.S. Happy Birthday to my Mom. Mom, if you ever discover this POS like Grandma found my Twitter, just know that you are a hero to me and my best friend and I love you.

Time to watch a new ep of Entourage and then fall asleep.

I hope this week is better than the last. Let's do this......