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Recent fortune cookie wisdom: Time heals all wounds.
I don't know what or why I'm writing again. Probably the same thing I always write: I love painkillers and hate rain. Yet painkillers have yet to render me impervious to falling barometric pressure. I just want to catch a buzz from cheap generic pain pills so I can live (mildly intoxicated) in the moment instead of catastrophizing about a future ( Read more... ) -
There must be station wagons in heaven.
I just got a shirt that says, "My Daddy Drives a Ford." -
Gettin' Jiggy Wit it (and other things I should never say)
I don't know why I've decided to update my journal, when, as of late, it's caused me nothing but grief. Is there a connection between writing and self-flagellation? I don't even consider this to be writing; it is more like exhibitionist blathering. The rain comes down and the pain skyrockets and I do my little arthritis jig. Oh yes, there's a ( Read more... ) -
Pissing the night away
The short version:
Adam, Adam, pumpkin-pisser
brought Danni back (God, did I miss her!),
told me that I'm getting fatter,
but he pissed on a pumpkin, so it doesn't matter.
Explication: I had one of the best days ever, which I'll relay when my hands stop hurting. After that, Adam got home a little after three. He admitted to peeing on a ( Read more... ) -
What a difference a letter makes.
Netflix sent me "The O.C." instead of "Oz." -
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Nothing to do, nowhere to go...
The night before last was Jersey-rific. I hung out with James, Eric, EryQ, and eventually, Dylan. After Jake kicked us out (or rather, refused to let us in), we drove around, occasionally stopping at a Dunkin Donuts or 7-11, goofed off, and stopped at a house full of pot-smoking 19-year-olds who have yet to learn what a plunger is. There was no ( Read more... ) -
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Fuck yeah! Happy half-birthday to me! I had planned another night of pill-popping-induced-obliviousness when FUN appeared out of nowhere. I may have flaunted wrist scars and babbled about suicide and spent an hour in a crackhouse, but it was all in good fun. I should really remember to bring some duct tape with me when I go out. When I ovulate, I ( Read more... )
