I think this is the sober-est I've been in, uh... six days or whatever. New Year's Eve I went over to Veronica's and then later bounced to go over to Jessie and Phil's, where I subsequently got belligerently hammered. I think at one point I got angry about something and punched something or somebody, because my fucking hand hurts like a real mother ( Read more... )

I think I've spent a couple hundred dollars on booze in the three days that I've been 21. I rule ( Read more... )

Don't let anyone tell you that your 21st isn't all that great.

Turning 21 is fucking awesome.

Word!

I saw my regular doctor today and she seemed to be under the impression that the Effexor had no effect on me, so I started getting the usual "it takes a couple of weeks" lecture. When I told her it wasn't that it had no effect but it made me feel like I was on ecstasy for seventeen hours, she seemed surprised and unsure of what to do. Alyssa ( Read more... )

I took my first antidepressant today and it, like, fucked me up. It feels like I've been on E for the last twelve hours. Maybe it has something to do with me taking the last half-gramish of coke I had last night, I dunno. My pupils randomly keep dialating and I've got teh body fry thing and it's hard to concentrate ( Read more... )

I got my first genuine complaint from a customer reported to a manager today at work, which also happened to be the Day From Hell. It was worse than the day after Thanksgiving. I ended up racking some overtime because it was just too fucking busy to do anything while we were trying to close ( Read more... )

My parents wanted to have a talk with me when I got home from work tonight and how my night eventually went was my mom finally convinced me to get help for my mental state thing. She pretty much forced me to go to the ER and now I'm being prescribed some wacky anti-depressants while waiting to start outpatient care (I refused to become an inpatient ( Read more... )

I failed sociology because I got the finals schedule wrong.
I am amazing.

I wonder if this little something-something will make me feel better.

I've been spitting up a mix of blood and lung-crap for the last couple of weeks.

I got fucked up earlier today. You may say to astronomical proportions.

Nothing was solved and now my head feels like it's going to concave on itself, but at least I got to distract myself for a while.

How I continously avoid being arrested is beyond my own comprehension.

I've got nothing.

This is the business of a scant few, no one else.