My sobriety has been hanging by a thread for years.
If I don’t go to rehab tomorrow, I’ll be thrown into jail for a minimum of 2 years. I’ll lose my girlfriend and my kids. If I mess this up, everything that means anything is gone. I could never get it back. And it’ll be all my fault.
I’m going in knowing that when I get out, I’ll be clean and sober, and I’ll have the tools I need to ensure I remain sober for the rest of my life. Sure, I’ll fall off the wagon a few times - I’m expected to - but I’ll wake up the next day not feeling sorry for myself. I have to.
Obviously, I won’t blog for a few months, but unfollow me and I’ll hunt you down.
Lady Gaga “Telephone” piano cover. I feel like I was just slapped in the face, and I liked it.
In a recent high profile row, Ralph Lauren took flack for blatant outrageous Photoshopping of models. But this has not reformed the industry. Instead, magazines like W have simply decided to jam more false images of how people look down our throats. After all, who is to stop them?
Check out what it appears to be 26 year old Anja Rubik’s superimposed body… scratch that - her body was attached to Demi Moores for the sake of a better cover image. You have to wonder, did Demi even wear the same Balmain dress?
