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The headaches had been growing steadily worse and the clichés he used to describe them increasingly more bizarre. His vision had finally stopped tunneling, but that had given way to a certain smeariness, as if someone had rubbed Vaseline directly on his eyeballs. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eye sockets, the smearing giving way to ( Read more... )

I’ve been toying with the thought of bone extraction. How nice it would be to remove my skull piece by piece and bit-by-bit so that when my brain swells up with these voracious alien headaches at least it wouldn’t bang into anything. And then, instead of doing drugs to entertain myself, I could just have someone jab at my forehead ( Read more... )

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My fiancé finally got his new I-pod yesterday. Sexy little song box. Last night we lay side-by-side on our backs in the dark, the soft glow of the I-pod’s LCD the only light in the room. He put one of the buds in my ear and while he played solitaire, I listened contentedly to “Ziggy Stardust” and watched the highway high beams make the bald tree ( Read more... )

as it turns out, the reunion was not the horror i has originally anticpated. apparently, all the people i disliked in high school really are assholes and all the people i liked really weren't. sadly, i was forced to speak to some of said assholes, one in particular who was deeply surprised that 1) i don't have 5 children yet, and 2) i am planning ( Read more... )

high school reunion tonight. and i'd be a huge liar if i said i was anything other than completely panicked. i haven't seen these people in 5 years, and with a few exceptions, i'm pretty happy with that arrangement. i wasn't terribly popular in high school. what i was was terribly uncomfortable with smatterings of abjectly miserable ( Read more... )

I slept poorly last night. Yesterday’s celebratory gluttony filled my sleeping with syphilitic circus clowns and tap dancing river rats. The kind of stuff that bores into your brain and plants time delayed land mines in your skull. And sitting at work strung out on stimulants and listening to Iggy Pop mewl about bright and hollow skies really ( Read more... )

Julie smiled and reality softened. She had taken too many again, and later she would pay for it, staring sleepless at the ceiling from her single bed. But for now, there was peace. The other patients complained about the antidepressants, citing dulling to the point of flatness, regulated zombification. Often, they refused them, leaving ( Read more... )

You struggle a week's worth of groceries out of your trunk: two cases of soda, cheese dip, Triscuits and five tins of Chef Boyardee. No wonder your ass is spreading. Three bags, two cases, one trip to your third floor walk up. All three bags looped over your left wrist, slowly spinning themselves tighter every time you move. Purse under your ( Read more... )