Haven't heard from the godly whore in a while, but tonight I got THIS glowing email ( Read more... )

WTF ( Read more... )

So, I'm inching closer everyday to being better. As long as I don't slack on the meds I stay good. Two days off and I crash pretty quickly. It doesn't seem like it should work that way. I don't get it. But I hate taking pills. And those vitamins are like horse pills, they're too big for my throat ( Read more... )

So, aside from not being able to walk outside w/o feeling like I've just snorted a line of pollen, it's really fucked with my sinuses and lungs badly. Apparently if something CAN make me sick, it will. Oh well. I still feel fine. Just a tired from it ( Read more... )

What a wonderful topic ( Read more... )

Got a call early afternoon yesterday in regards to my tests. And I was told to get back to the hospital as early Tuesday morning as possible so more tests could be run to determine if I could withstand surgery. If so, I'd be admitted and go into surgery Wednesday morning. Went there, did that, and it's still a no go. I'm developing too much fluid ( Read more... )

I'm not sure, but this may be depression. I don't really know. I kinda just feel like the world has taken a giant dump on me and no matter how hard I try, I can't wash the stink off ( Read more... )

I had the absolute most orgasmic ribeye last night. Soooo thick, much more rare than medium rare - the center was all nice and cool and juicy and red. It was awesome. I made french toast this morning for breakfast and it rocked. Mondays are always the earliest. The boys always leave between 2-4am on Mondays, so that puts breakfast being early as ( Read more... )

So, I kinda swore that if I didn't die, I'd be a nice person. I'd stop being angry and bitter and cynical. In general. And I didn't die. It was apparently quite close. And apparently has done soooo much fucking damage it's retarded. I don't feel like talking about all of that. But yeah, damn I didn't die. How the fucking am I going to pull off not ( Read more... )

So, I didn't go to Lafayette. Stephen ended up having to work today, tomorrow, and part of Tuesday. So, where's the fun in that? Regardless, I couldn't have gone today anyway. My father did not pick up my medication. I guess heart and kidney pills are like mental health drugs - you don't really need them, they're all in your head. Yeah. Whatever ( Read more... )