Population control mechanism that needs to happen: obesity-associated sterility ( Read more... )

My job is conditioning me to view everyone as a potential social bottom-dweller/vagrant/pariah. Do you have a prescription for oxycodone? You are a drug-seeker. Are you getting your oxycodone refilled even one day too soon? You are a drug addict.

My life has no meaning, or purpose. I want to write a book and/or a screenplay. Need ideas. Will think on it every day until I come up with something, and read a little or a lot, each day.

I can't believe it's finally happening: I'm graduating in one month and 6 days! Then I will be a real, bona fide pharmacist!

Crazy.

Feels like 2008 wasn't that long ago, even though it's been 4 years. Damn. I'm all growed up.

...if it can even be called that at all. I haven't ever cried this much on a vacation ( Read more... )

Ugh, fuck. I am a failure destined for a life of solitude.

I feel bad for anyone who has to be or has chosen to be in a relationship with me at this juncture. I know I'm unpleasant and not fun, and don't feel like I can do anything about it. I feel like my depression is spiralling out of my control, and on some days I don't even feel like working, or reading, or going out with friends, or watching a movie ( Read more... )

This is amazing. I didn't even know anything about this!

Woot Boca Raton for Christmas vacation! Actually it's kind of a half-woot. I don't think I want to live here again.

I'd rather have kidney stones.