Sean called from Vegas.

*smile*

( portraits )

( shitload of pics from the coffee shop )

Alma: (sifting through the material damage and scrawled writings of last nights tearful rage) "No offense, Bunny, but you're fucking psycho."

I try.

oh GODDESS this evening hurt ( Read more... )

Went to Sean's work last night (starbucks) and i was SO HOPPED UP ON COFFEE. They kept giving me free caffiene. Double espresso, an almond thingie, grande cappucino... I kept informing the manager that he can't stop the rock. Went to a bonfire, sean tried to play New Kids on the Block, almost got his ass kicked ( Read more... )

So, yanno. It's going. Still really SPACED after my d/c yesterday afternoon. It was an incredibly difficult stay... they bruised my wrists but i made Bruce bleed. Which, in the moment, was an accoplishment in itself.

But just about fuck all happened with the voices. Tracy Chapman's still yelling at me, but at least no one's trying to convince to ( Read more... )

10 days straight of haldol and ativan has fully kicked my ass.

And in the aftermath of our outrageously stupid and desperately attention-whorish actions, what have we learned, and what have we gotten out of this?

*NyQuil will forever make me puke

*At least i didn't have to drink charcoal

*Useless trips to the ER really pinch my ballsack

*St. Lukes ER is always, always filled with heroin addicts

And thus begins the Deterioration Chapter.
Life is one great big book, and the theme changes every few pages.