Jan 03, 2006 02:40
I got a new cd yesterday. It is the shit, I totally love it. Fucking Beastie Boys Golden Hits or something like that. Whatever. Its the mother fucking Beastie Boys. The Chemical Brothers are the shit, too, I'm listening to them right now and wishing I had some acid or some mushrooms to go along with the bad ass music. Oh, well. Hopefully soon I'll get up to Lansing and talk to Dr. Hogan and get some good painkillers to make it thru the next few months. The cold is so harsh on my body it isn't funny.
My knee dropped out of socket earlier tonight, and not even the one I had surgery on. That's fucking great, exactly what I wanted to happen. I love it when my body just decides to fall apart on me. Its the best feeling in the whole fucking world.
I am so lucky to have Brian. If I didn't have him, I don't know where I'd be these days. Probably non-existant. He makes me feel so alive and happy and I have some peace of mind along with it all because he's not a psycho and doesn't get jealous if I talk to another boy or even girls. He is so fucking hot, too, and that is definatly a plus. I think Dickie's biggest fear was that I would end up with Brian, and guess what? I did and I am sure as fuck way happier these days. I seriously fucking love him, despite all his little flaws of character and his problems. Everyone has problems, so why should I treat him any differently because his problem just so happens to be a drug addiction? I shouldn't and I wouldn't and I don't. So there.
Word. Job hunting at 8 a.m. sharp. Eeeek!
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