The druggies and the fatties get it right in the getting

Well that didn't take long. The promise to never drink again kind of fell by the wayside. Riesling, I think it was. A Gewürztraminer, actually. Dry, yet sweet, like me. Wine is so much of what we are, from the notes of barnyard to the subtleties of the most unassuming floral hues. I feel light, as if I've spent the day starving. I like feeling this dysfunctional, starving myself, despite knowing how wrong it is. I ate two finger-fulls of mud pie today, standing in front of the fridge. Then I didn't eat anything for the lot of the day, aside from a single bite of Robbie's shortribs. Then the vino. It makes me want to have sex, the dirty kind that only fat girls know how to have. Fat girls work harder at sex. They have to. It's the only way they'll convince a guy to come back. I'm skinny, so I don't have to be good in bed.