i had a drinking dream. doesn’t happen very often. It went like this: i am on vacation (my drinking dreams are always outside of my real life), and i have a glass of champagne. immediately wolfie says – you might as well keep drinking until the end of the vacation, and then you can quit again. Then a few minutes later I decide it is better to quit right away.
Even in my dreams, i know that i have to quit again. there is never a thought like “that’s it, now i’m going to drink like a fish.”
As i remember, the dream was more about the do-i-drink or do-i-quit right now … it wasn’t about the actual feeling of the champagne. i can’t even fucking romanticize booze in my dreams! i’m right on to “quit now, quit later.” sheesh.
And speaking of bad fucking language, got this great quote from new Team 100 member, John S: “Fuck you wolfie! you lying stealing piece of shit dirtbag of a voice in my head that never should have been born…”
Someone asked yesterday if i could create a Fuck You Wolfie bracelet that didn’t say ‘fuck’. and i’ve thought about it.
Let’s say you were faced with a boogie man, trying to break into your home and jeopardize everything around you. would you swear? would you yell and scream and say “get the fuck out of here you anus!” or would you say “get the heck out of here.”
i’m teasing, a little.
i know that not everyone swears. i’m just feeling like wolfie deserves a bit of swearing. he really does.
OK, so then I asked Mr. B. what he thought, cuz he’s a non-swearing kind of guy (i know, right?). and he said the bracelet could say
“It’s not for me, Wolfie.”
would that work?
and hey, just a big, glorious, sunshiny shout-out to you. for being here, for reading, for nominating me for blogging awards, and for scooping up the new treat box. honestly. i just created the idea for the new box on friday and there are only 3 left. y’all rock. truly. and thanks 🙂 it was way-cool to wake up this morning to that kind of news 🙂 i don’t know, sometimes the insecure part of me thinks “i’ll create this box and no one will want it. they’re bored of you. you think you know what you’re doing but you don’t. you suck at this. no one wants fuzzy socks. cinnamon cookies are boring. blah, belle, who do you think you are.”
you know that voice, right? Wolfie. and just when wolfie starts to say a bunch more shit, right then paypal sends me an inventory warning that there were only 3 boxes left. hahaha. Then i stick my tongue out at wolfie and say “le fuck you, you gigantic le fucking anus” …
UPDATE: the new “Not Today” bracelet has been designed 🙂
IF YOU’D LIKE TO ORDER A BRACELET, I’VE MOVED IT HERE.