What a feeeeling!

Just got out of rehab. God, it feels so good. I dabble in some poetry to keep my mind off things. Nice walks in the crisp weather. Hollywood provides a great sense of solidarity in this struggle---life imitates TMZ or TMZ imitates life?

Who knows. who knows. But I am NEVER going to eat another Snackwell Creme Sandwich again. I am done with that stuff.

"What if I fall? What if I don't?"

Never truer words, Anna Nalick. If I fall, I will eat 2 packs of Snackwells a day forever and they will account for a quarter of my lifetime caloric intake. If I don't, I can resume a normal life of eating other things that don't come in beautiful, promising, green shiny wrappers...

...oh. this will be so hard.

(did you know there are chocolate versions?!)


Other things consuming my life are my rekindled relationship with Pandora. It gets me, much like the boyfriends I don't have. Granted, we had to go through a couple of rough stages where I was constantly giving it thumbs down and sighing in disgust at the fiona apple stuff it kept throwing at me (do I really seem that depressed?)...then it would decide to freeze my computer in retaliation and I'd awkwardly avoid it altogether by getting back with iTunes which is stale and predictable. But thank goodness that is over. Now it's reading my heart strings like treble staffs.


Lastly, a fresh dose of New Orleans: "House arrest doesn't slow down rapper C-Murder's travels"

That's right, Corey, don't let the man keep you from promoting your book ! ("Death Around the Corner"...and congrats to NOLA public schools for producing a published author. Bust out the Cristal!)