BIGBOOBEDBLONDE

Lets see. I don't really know what to write on bloggs...to be completely honest I think they are really antisocial and a little bit creepy, but apparently so am I. So i am a 17 year old alcoholic and I live in dallas. I have blonde hair and huge boobs. Most guys, and girls for that matter are really attracted to me but I have to keep my head in the game..the sobriety game. My best friend is an 18 year old, fairly averaged looking, A cupped, alcoholic named mary. I'm going to go ahead and put this out there: If your are not an alcoholic or don't know one one personally, this isn't the blogg for you, HOWEVER if not qualifying as either of the previously mentioned makes you feel sad, alone, and insecure, so much so that you...I dunno...drink?! stick around, you MIGHT have a small drinking problem.

Anyways Mary and I spend most of our time together...we lead fairly exciting lives....if you consider 8:30 bed times, AA meetings, and caffeine highs "exciting". We do have a lot of fun, its just a little bit low key compared to the way we used to "live", if thats what you want to call it. My friend Mary has ADHD, which some people consider to be minor disability and most who have it wish they didn't; first of all minor is the understatement of the year and she actually seems to thoroughly enjoy the mind clutter and chaos. The only downfall is that the girl can talk....and talk..and talk.......and when there is nothing left to talk about, she will talk about that. I think its a mixture of the pure joy and sick pleasure she gets from the sound of her own voice, and her belief in the common lie I think we all tell ourselves, that somebody genuinely wants to hear ALL of the pointless shit we have to say. Not the case, in-fact most people would much rather be listened to than have to do the listening, ironically as alcoholics the last thing we need is the opportunity to talk about ourselves because we will take it, and we will run with it. This being said I will tell you a completely fictional story about my friend mary. Have you ever known someone who just has to have the last word?,regardless the situation, they honestly believe that rejection could quite possibly be the worst thing to ever happen to them? Yeah thats her, but she is totally cool and non-chalant about it. :/ On a complete side note, in AA each alcoholic has a sponsor, and that sponsors job is to guide their sponsee through the steps and hold their hand as they "trudge the road to happy destiny" sounds warm and fuzzy right? WRONG. the 10th of the 12 steps suggests that you call your sponsor anytime you feel resentful, and they tell you why you suck. So in short you could say step 10 is the virtual bitch slap of AA. SOOOO when mary got the suggestion to start her own blogg so that she had an outlet for all of the things she feels she needs to talk about, she became resentful and decided to give the ole spons a call. Well her sponsor told her that she does talk to much and that she needs to shut up and listen. Awesome. The End.

p.s the big boobed blonde is my best friend Hannah, I'm Mary...and this is my blog....Fuck.