Elliot's latest long expected letter from rehab arrived today. He apologised for not apologising when I asked why he was being hostile over the phone. His letter included a hug. He drew a big set of arms with an arrow pointing to the middle labelled Insert Dale Here.
All very endearing but does not overcome the fact that he is eight hours drive away in rehab. He can draw as many sets of arms as he likes but I'm sitting here hug-free and dry. Oh cut the self pity Slamma. Enough.
I have had enough. If I must be alone then I at least want to be fabulous. Here begins a new phase in the life of Dale Slamma. I am single. I am thirty. I have a good job, a new computer. I have two, not one, but two degrees. I live in an amazing confusing no holds barred town and I intend to be fabulous. I'm sure its possible to be heartbroken and fabulous at the same time. I'm sure it is.
All very endearing but does not overcome the fact that he is eight hours drive away in rehab. He can draw as many sets of arms as he likes but I'm sitting here hug-free and dry. Oh cut the self pity Slamma. Enough.
I have had enough. If I must be alone then I at least want to be fabulous. Here begins a new phase in the life of Dale Slamma. I am single. I am thirty. I have a good job, a new computer. I have two, not one, but two degrees. I live in an amazing confusing no holds barred town and I intend to be fabulous. I'm sure its possible to be heartbroken and fabulous at the same time. I'm sure it is.
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I'm going to start a list of things I am bad at:
1. spelling
2. grammar
3. not eating cheese
4. waiting waiting waiting
5. love
6. not looking at blog stuff whilst at work.
7. making good lunches to take to the office
8. Applying nail polish in a careful fashion.