It was a very frustrating day at work today, but it's all right. I have a few ingredients to help make an "everything will be alright" potion. Tomorrow I'm going to Carol's house after work and hang out for a little bit, which is always fucking brilliant. Right now I'm nodding off, so it's off to bed I go...Move over, Matty!

I had to leave work this afternoon because my back was hurting so badly. I got two perscriptions: one for an MRI and one for 120 vicodin. The rest of the day was great. I worked really hard, and came home and made tacos for Olen and Daddy and Poot. I've had some profound thoughts today, and I'm pretty sure it's the drugs. I'd like to think it ( Read more... )

I just woke up from yet another nap, and I feel both refreshed and not, because I watched a friend of mine do about three hits of heroine today and it was fucking horrible. He was all itchy and his pupils were tiny and normally by now he's so tan and built, but right now, he's so pale and skinnier even than usually and it's gross and there are ( Read more... )

I went to the tanning bed today and since they just changed the bulbs, and I'm not really into my normal tanning regimine yet, I am fucking burnt krispy. And this shit really fucking hurts. But today was day two of hanging out with my girl Carol and having a fucking blast. Last night we did makeovers and facials and today we went out to eat and ( Read more... )

I have yet another doctor's appointment tomorrow, and I'm almost looking forward to it, because maybe I'll finally find out what's wrong with me. I hate being in constant pain. But that's a miserable subject...on to better things. I started my writing class on Monday, and I cried about three or four times in three hours. But I've already been ( Read more... )

Or so says the fat guy in the end of one of the greatest fucking movies in the world. Slainte! I work mornings for the next few days, because I start class on Monday night and I'm so fucking excited I could scream. I hope it's as stimulating as I expect. If nothing else, though, my dad will get the fuck off my back. If it's at all possible. I ( Read more... )

I opened myself up enough to let someone read my writing, which wasn't even my best writing, just what I had on me. But they really dug it. It was fucking awsome, getting such a compliment as "there's so much more to you than there seems...everyone wears a mask...but you don't. People just don't look at you hard enough. But when they do, they' ( Read more... )

I just finished an amazing book by a girl named Lynn Smith, called Rolling Away. It's about being addicted to extacy and what it did to one girl. For anyone who's ever been addicted to some type of drug, it hits fucking home. For anyone who hasn't, it lets you know exactly what it's like and how it feels. I severly suggest it to anyone who ( Read more... )

My rents skipped town for Florida this afternoon, and Shawn and Olen and I went out tonight. It feels great. We went to Olive Garden, where I got buzzed off of my Rx mixed with $6 frozen drinks and Shawn drank Killians and I had my crab and shrimp raviolies, which is seriously what I would ask for as my last meal. Then when we were all stuffed ( Read more... )

You May Be a Bit Schizotypal ...


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