(Oh, my God, two posts from Wilyum in one month. Please don't faint)
Yes, I love Johnny Depp (not to mention Helena Bonham Carter) (oh yah, and Alan Rickman) and would happily pay to have (or be) his (or her) (or his) love child. And yes, I'm well aware that there's a long, long line ahead of me for any one of those positions.
I'm going to see ( Read more... )

It’s been a suck-ass two years. A Suck-Nasty-Diseased-Geriatric-Donkey-Ass two years (two-and-a-half, actually, but who‘s counting?) And its time to move on. 
So, first, I purge.
After writing this (longhand- the time and effort involved add to the catharthis) I plan to set it on fire and piss on the ashes. With that in mind, I give you my

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 I've been sick. Sick enough to keep me in the hospital since just before Halloween ( Read more... )

 Just a quick note to assure you that I am both hunky and dory with a smattering of nifty and groovy, man ( Read more... )

Yes, I know, it’s way too early on a Monday morning for poetic drivel such as my title line, but seeing as how I haven’t been to bed yet I feel no guilt for swiping a sappy, sentimental, song lyric if it gets my point across. (Oh, wait, I have been to bed, spent the last 6 hours in bed; what I meant to say is I haven’t been to sleep yet.)
It's just ( Read more... )

 “They say the more soldiers you tickle the easier it gets.” Abe Simpson

I made some chocolaty-chippedy cookies yesterday. With quite a bit of marijuana in them. They were yummy, oozing with dark chocolate and peanut butter MnMs and half an ounce of herbage mixed in the batter, more sprinkled on top. 
I ate 1 ½ cookies and went to shower/primp, prepare for an evening of Decadence. 
When I returned to the living room my ( Read more... )

That’s right, no more. Had it. Been there, done that over, and over and over and I just can’t/won’t take another shot. Between the depression, the absence of appetite and accompanying weight loss, the constant nausea, the complete lack of energy to accomplish even the easiest of tasks … I’ve had enough.

I told Dr Murphy yesterday. She didn’t argue, ( Read more... )

I had a most wonderful night last night. Lee (my friend with the insatiable sex drive, the one who always brings goodies galore. Hadn’t seen him in a couple of week. It was my choice to keep some difference from him for a short while. Nancy Regan and her ‘just say no’ campaign just didn’t give me the nudge I needed and I am at my least responsible ( Read more... )

especially on the night before I have to go in for blood work fasting is a cruel, cosmic joke. No food or drink after midnight. I don’t understand the concept of no food or beverage when one is awake. It’s inhumane to be denied sustenance. 
I’m leaving early and then treating myself to a massive breakfast. I’ve earned it.

I slipped into a minor ( Read more... )