<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782146098066117366</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:18:05.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT A COCKTAIL NNNOOOWWW!!!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>THE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS OF TRAINWRECK TARA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startinglifesober.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782146098066117366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startinglifesober.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THE UNICORN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998334014856469659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4U_vI22jzo/SyYKWEEhmOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rMBCPFpjuOA/S220/asianunicorn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782146098066117366.post-4847997289275819144</id><published>2010-04-23T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:28:30.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS FRIDAY AND I WANT A COCKTAIL NOW!</title><content type='html'>Its Friday and its been 5 days since I've had a drink. Fridays are the day that I feel no guilt for starting my drinking festivities. It's 4pm and I'm still in my pajamas writing this blog and I'm worried about this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't figure out why I can't give up drinking. I'm a hyperactive extrovert and know that I don't need liquid courage to socialize... So why do I still choose to drink? Is it the belly bulge which I can't seem to lose something that I want to hold on to? Is it the dry skin, cotton mouth, and bloodshot eyes in the morning something that I like looking at? Or is it due to all the great memories that I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER because I'm prone to blackouts? Or maybe, just maybe its because of all those times that I woke up in someones bed with no idea how I even fucking got there. (that never happens by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame commercials. Look at all the beer commercials where watching sports and getting wasted go hand in hand. Look at the commercials where a sexy guy and girl and connect eyes and all of a sudden a bottle of vodka appears. Or even that one commercial where this fun group of 20something year olds go sliding down a hill on plastic tarps while inebriated. What they forget to mention is that someone probably ended up in the hospital from smashing into a tree, someone got arrested for ending up naked wrapped up in plastic, and there was probably a bunch of blacked out unprotected sex that happened afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have a date tonight playing darts at a boys house... so we'll see how that goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782146098066117366-4847997289275819144?l=startinglifesober.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startinglifesober.blogspot.com/feeds/4847997289275819144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startinglifesober.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-friday-and-i-want-cocktail-now_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782146098066117366/posts/default/4847997289275819144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782146098066117366/posts/default/4847997289275819144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startinglifesober.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-friday-and-i-want-cocktail-now_23.html' title='ITS FRIDAY AND I WANT A COCKTAIL NOW!'/><author><name>THE UNICORN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998334014856469659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4U_vI22jzo/SyYKWEEhmOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rMBCPFpjuOA/S220/asianunicorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782146098066117366.post-5202325398407336485</id><published>2010-04-19T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:27:41.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD BYE TRAINWRECK TARA</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be scheduling a DMV hearing so that I don't get my license suspended but I feel the need to start this blog. I obviously have my priorities in order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&amp;nbsp; name is Tara. I'm 22 years old. 22 years, 1 month, and 20 days to be exact. And I LOVE alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've decided to try to&amp;nbsp; become "sober."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the definition of sober? The closest definition I found that I'm trying to relate to means:  not addicted to intoxicating drink or not drunk. I'm not going to go as far as saying that I'm a raging alcoholic but I AM a binge drinker. I started dabbling in drugs &amp;amp; alcohol at the ripe old age of 13. While that's the norm for my generation, I took it to an extreme. Due to my extremist nature, I've had visits to hospitals, drunk tanks, and even a short stint in rehab. Everywhere but jail, unless you count a holding room from my DUI that I got&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272058958_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;"&gt; 2 weeks ago&lt;/span&gt;... which is a whole other topic. While I gave up drugs (for the most part) I've substituted them with alcohol (which I didn't consider a drug... but now I'm reconsidering that).Considering the fact that I've pretty much been drinking for almost half of my life span, I think its time to pump the brakes and slow my roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which comes to the reason why I'm starting this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always ask me, "why can't you just have a couple drinks and not act stupid?" Because I obviously can't, asshole. Its not that I don't know my limits,&amp;nbsp; I know them. I just blatantly ignore them. Hence the nickname- Trainwreck Tara. After hearing for the millionth time that, "I don't need alcohol and that I'm a better person sober" I'm going to try and take the advice. Its not going to be easy (epic fail over the weekend trying to stay sober thanks to a date &amp;amp; a friends law school graduation) but I really am going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie. This isn't about me "trying to be a better person." Just because you don't drink doesn't necessarily mean you're a good person and if you're big enough of an assface to think that you are, you're an idiot. This is more of a social experiment based on someone who loves her booze trying to do all the things she used to do drunk, now sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this experiment is going to be of whether a so-called social butterfly can still be the fun partygirl even while refusing shots. Can I still "rage" without being inebriated? I'm going to live my social life like I used to, watching sports, going to clubs and bars- SOBER. I want to see if I'm capable of still having a good time even while I'm Sober Sally. Who knows.. with all the free time I'll have on my&amp;nbsp; hands from not being hungover I'll probably pick up new hobbies along the way! I guess this experiment is going to be a test of my sober personality skills too.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think drinking is only a problem when you're not good at it. While I can drink copious amounts of alcohol &amp;amp; somehow manage to not die, I really fucking suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess it starts with day 1. This blog is going to be a collection of&amp;nbsp; past "taratales" ( my stories of drunken debauchery), new experiences, revisiting old experiences now sober, drunken people watching &amp;amp; pictures, my dating life without booze, and whether or not I can even live a sober lifestyle. But here goes to experimentation at its finest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, I'm a bartender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782146098066117366-5202325398407336485?l=startinglifesober.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startinglifesober.blogspot.com/feeds/5202325398407336485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startinglifesober.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-friday-and-i-want-cocktail-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782146098066117366/posts/default/5202325398407336485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782146098066117366/posts/default/5202325398407336485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startinglifesober.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-friday-and-i-want-cocktail-now.html' title='GOOD BYE TRAINWRECK TARA'/><author><name>THE UNICORN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998334014856469659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4U_vI22jzo/SyYKWEEhmOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rMBCPFpjuOA/S220/asianunicorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
