Currently I am working on

a curriculum

for hula hoop workshops

that I will be teaching

at Roanoke's GOfest

http://www.roanokegofest.com/page/show/340301-home

I finally managed to do a headstand
without knocking stuff over
or flipping over

Oh here is a picture of my newest piercing

For the sake of Pete

First: listen to this song. You will know what mood I am in.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-b6d2E0wOQ

A lot has happened in the past two weeks.
Every night I go to sleep and wake up an hour later thinking I am dead.
And, no, that is not an exaggeration.

I just got back from visiting my boyfriend on Virginia's coast.
I got drunk.
Despite being advised not to drink.
I'm just so reckless.

Oh. I also got a vertical labret piercing.
Pics later.
When I am not all disgusting looking
and getting ready for work.

I got a speeding ticket this morning.
I went to visit my aunt* in Charlottesville
and left this morning.
She talked my ear off,
which would have made me kind of late to my appointment
with my therapist here in Roanoke.
When the cop pulled me over outside of Staunton,
[I was doing 10 over]
I told him I was late for my doctors appointment in Roanoke.
And I cried.
And then I got a ticket.

And then I cried the rest of the way to Roanoke.
For all of the reasons in the world.
Because I am an over-privileged white girl.
Because I was crying over a speeding ticket.
Because I have friends who can talk their way out of tickets.
Because I was speeding because I was late to talk about how crazy I may be.
Because I was trying to blame my aunt for my mistake.
Because it wasn't really a mistake. 10 over isn't that fast.
Because, because, because.
Fuck it.



*my "aunt" is actually my aunt's best friend. My sister and I kind of adopted her. She adopted us. After the unfortunate and tragic death of my dear aunt.