Day 1253

Turning the page

Looking forward to tonight. WAS tempted to bail, Sunday was windy and freezing, but the winds have settled. Temps predicted to be actually "warm" -34- tonight. I'll take it. Doing my usual, staying over, avoiding Toxichouse at ALL costs.

And no, the tree STILL isn't finished. Bitch slept all day, went to a meeting (Work that sobriety! Buy Christmas gifts for everyone OTHER than your fucking husband, the one under the roof who pays every motherfucking bill.). Came in and attempted to pick a fight. I didn't answer, not a syllable. Can't WAIT 'til It goes back into the hospital. Hope Stoney has a metrocard.

And yes, cunt tried picking a fight this am. Has a fixation with my income, i.e. "all your money..." you'd THINK I was a millionaire. Rather, I make around 90, ALL of which goes to the bills. And this bitch harps on my "riches?" Don't congratulate me on my professional achievement, rather, reveal anger over my income-as you portray the victim, in fact, have made a life out of it.

Spin class this am, then off to nyc. Bring it on!!!!!

Ain't no one raining on my New Year's eve. Fuck 'em!