Gab. You're Yelling.

I think something that is important to reiterate to myself, all the time, is that I'm actually crazy.

It's in my blood.

Maybe this is part of being an alcoholic- or that's a better way to describe it. I guess just think differently then a lot of people.

I think a lot of things are really, really hysterical. Including, but not limited to, Gabriella Koala. I also take life to seriously at times.

I've decided to make a promise to myself, to accept my craziness and motha fuckin own it. I, mean, I definitely do this already but not all of the time.
I hold back a lot of myself around new places and in public- Although my friends would say that's a lie because I tend to embarrass them in public. I think it's important to have will power to resist the urge to do certain things but also I whole heartedly and completely believe that life is too short to be too sane.

So if I want to have pink hair and scream and shout I am going too. Don't try to tell me I'm too loud, I'll just yell in your face.

Sometimes when life falls apart you just have to accept it and not blame yourself.

Things aren't perfect for me right now. I thought by getting sober, and at this point in my journey, life would become easy and dandy. That is absolutely not the case.

But I am doing the best to deal with life.

I'm definitely too impulsive at times. I love to do things just for the reaction. I will try to keep that under control. At the frendly gathering I ate candy for half of the day and lost my shit during Kat Wright... ask +Rita Caufield. Talk about a sugar high.... I was like a god damn five year old who just had their first jumbo pixie stick. But ya kna, sorry I'm not sorry.

I WILL NOT STIFLE MY INNER CREATIVE JUICES... wut.

I always say, I would be perfectly comfortable in solitary confinement. It would be a blast. Luckily, I have really cool friends and they think I'm funny (90% of the time). 

I think I'm going to wear my tiara for the remainder of the day. I hope the kids I'm babysitting can deal with that.