I fancy myself a bit of a street-smarts guru. And late last night, or early this morning rather, I was at the 7-11 mixing up my favorite slushee (guess which candidate cup i chose) when it hit me:
I love my life.
My critics might say a 40-something single gal whose greatest pleasure is a bagel dog and Golden Girls marathon is not something to boast about. I hear it all the time: “Gayle, I'm not so sure I believe that you really love your life." But I honestly doubt those people have ever hit rock bottom and tasted the cold metal of a glock .45 on the back of their throat after breaking into the neighbor’s house looking for smack - that's right, gun to my head, booze in my system, ready to die – if those people that have said that to me so many times knew how far I’ve come – turning addiction into conviction to help others…they might think twice.
But don’t you worry about ole’ Gayle. I’ve learned that instead of letting the naysayers get to me, I take those negative, self-destructive thoughts that sneak up on me at 2am and I channel them right into the morbidly named high-fructose syrup slushee combinations and brain-freeze ‘em right out of my noggin.
That way, come sunrise, I’m right as rain and ready to interact with your kids again!
Gayle
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I totally chose the McCain slurpee cup. It was funny, I had my thumb up his nose. I actually did a Coke/Cherry mix slurpee, so good. It was like a "g" rated trailmix. You remember doing trailmix off my pee pee in the old days? Was so hot, and you did a mean pee line!
Damn, I miss the old days. Can you break your wing for me. Come on, one night at the Saharan for old times!
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