Okay, I have to quit. This is my first actual entry into the world of live journal as a result of some prodding by a few friend and my own morbid curiosity. I feel quite fragmented today as a result of beating myself up with a bit of alcohol abuse. My miraculously cured alcoholism came back with a vengeance and I rejoined the ranks of the nonusing entities known as Twelve Steppers. Much as I hate the cultish behavior, the same old stories, the group hugs, the prayers, and the cruising atomosphere to rival some pioneer square frat boy bars, I apparently need this shit. Oh well. At least I'm so fucking cool that people all over the world would kill to have my crazy life. Because the life of the Rocket Queen is one that I am actually somewhat happy to have and proud of in some respects because I feel I can do the world a service serving as an example to others of what not to do and a model of at least trying to learn from mistakes. At my age (somewhere in the unspecified mid-twenties), I've been married, divorced, procreated, loved, lost, been bitten on the nose by an otter, traveled alone, had near-death and near-life experiences, lots of crazy weird wonderful sex and a group of crazy weird wonderful friends and acquaintences that enrich my experience as a sad sorry breathing human. Not perfect by any means, but there is always room for improvement. Now where to begin?