Thinking about Gia...

I partied way too much last night and today I paid for it.

I didn't know a hangover could last all freaking day. If this headache and grogginess and nausea continues, it looks like my week is going to get off to a horrible start.

And it kind of makes me wonder about people who feel this way every day. People who are addicted to alcohol or drugs...it just seems so sad that their only source of happiness is artificial. And when the high wears off, all they're left with is a sick hollow feeling.

Every time I think of things like that, my mind always goes to Gia Carangi.



For those who don't know (but I'm sure all of you do), Gia was one of the first supermodels. When the modeling industry was filled with blond-haired, blue-eyed smiling Barbie Dolls, Gia turned everything upside down. She introduced the modeling world to unusual poses, facial expressions, and gestures. I guess you could say she was America's Top Model.



She was only 17 when she started her explosive career. Unfortunately, a horrible heroin addiction developed while fame and fortune flourished. She craved the drug so badly she did sexual favors for it and was even raped by a drug dealer. She was sharing needles with strangers.



She eventually died from AIDS at the ripe old age of 26. It makes me want to cry just thinking about it. Just thinking about how a girl as beautiful as her could feel so lost and insecure as to get caught up in an addiction like that one. Just thinking about how promising her modeling career had been before she fucked it up. Just thinking about the waste of life.

And thinking about her life makes me appreciate mine. I will never touch drugs. I space my partying and my drinking binges. I notice life around me and appreciate it too much to throw it away.

Sometimes I just wish others felt the same...