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October 10th, 2006

So, I've spent almost two years now with Andy, either being pregnant or being a Mommy, and while my life is more fulfilling now than ever before...I sometimes miss my throw-down, wake of broken hearts, all booze and smokes days. I feel like this makes me a bad mother somehow...like my life is something less and simultaneously more now that I am no longer hell on stilettos.

I know this is likely a normal thing, and that it's part of growing up...but maybe I don't want to grow up. Maybe I'm just tired of being the fucking responsible one. You know?