Angstgiving

My friend, a brilliant writer, has coined Thanksgiving as Angstgiving so who am I to question this? We had our annual spread today and more old friends came by. I ate very little as I am on this shrinking mission.

Once again, I have chosen to visit Vodka Land. I just couldn't get my ass on the treadmill tonight. I know tomorrow I will pound myself into small pellets of sand in the gym after running another friend to the airport. You see, we do what we have to do to get by.

EVERYONE has experienced this and I'm sure more than once. I am not unique. Still, writing in these pages helps me diffuse some of the pain. This is especially true when friends write to say that I'm totally off the wall...funny yet sad.

My car...a piece of SHIT on wheels (do NOT buy VW) lost its transmission two days ago. Luckily, after spending thousands in uncovered repairs, I finally got lucky. I have a cute little Slug Bug loaner and a transmission "on the house". I just squeaked in under that warranty period.

My "not the girlfriend" wanted to know where I was when it broke down. I replied, "On Hooker Row, plying my trade. I'm good at it, you know!"

For some reason, she never replied to that one.

The VERY lucky Angry Lesbian

11/18/05