I'm getting to be such a Livejournal Whore.
really. I'm updating this piece like once every two days. That's a lot compared to when I would update, say, once a month. *sigh* once you go nerd, you never go back.
I'm sick. Not quite "sick as fawk (insert disheveled smiley face here)", but feeling pretty miserable. As you all know, thanks to my bitchy entry, I haven't been feeling so good this past weekend. I was getting all depressed, I was crying, I was moody, I was a nutcase, I slept until 500PM, was in the worst mood ever, etc. I even started feeling sickly. I was wondering what was so special to make this weekend that shitty, and then I realized -- as lame as this may saound, I did not take my medication when Dad was away. Usually he's the one harping on me every night to take my pills, but for the past few days, he has been away on a business trip. And being my usual ditzy self, I forgot to take my pills. And I got all fucked up and shitt. Note of caution: medication was not meant to be stopped cold turkey. I remember one incident like this last year where I thought I was feeling well enought t stop taking the medication. So for a few days I was like "oh I feel fine and dandy! It's won't matter if I skip my medication today" and the next, and the next..soon enough, I was a flippin' basketcase. Like I was the other day. It creeps me out how dependent I am on Zoloft and Risperdal. Fucking drugs. But to them, I owe them my life.
So I gravely apologize to all those I snapped at this weekend. It wasn't me, it was my withdrawal demons.
So anyways, now I'm a sickly child. As Gloria pointed out, I get sick a whole lot. Which was mainly last year, but you know. It was because I was so stressed out and sleep deprived. We're learning about sleep deprivation in Psycho. and I'm like "that's totally me." Huz-to-the-fucking-zah for sleep deprivation. Hey, at least I got to take off work today.
I'm not even going to get into the bitchy issue that is Mrs. Werner. To my girls, you already know my thoughts on that little controversy.
I have the best little brother. Ever. Today, I was hungry, and he made me spaghetti. You know how long that takes? It's not as easy as it looks. I felt so special. Whatta guy.
V-day is coming up. Big whoop. Ricky and mine's 8 month is the 16th. Big whoop, seriously! I don't know what we're goinhg to do. I wish he would surprise me, either in school or out of school. I don't think that's going to happen, though.
I love Eighteen Visions. So beautiful. So poignant. So raw. Sighes with longing. I need to go to another concert, but not to get all riled up in the mosh pit. Too old for that sort of thing. *cracks back with cane*
SCHOOL CAN BLOW ME. Suckle my big black dick, y'hear?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*aLs*
C[onvo]oftheD[ay]
hwatailwhip: you know, i'm prepared if you don't want to be my friend anymore, but i'm beginning to rethink my anti-braaten stance
iLoveRedIV: good bye Jake
hwatailwhip signed off at 10:40:46 PM.
Q[uote]oftheD[ay]
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave, could you make it shallow so that i can feel the rain?
L[yrics]oftheD[ay]
She though she could break my heart.
Yeah. . . you’re only holding me down.
Yeah . . . and I won’t want you around.
Sugar. Sugar.
Please Leave me alone.
Sugar. Sugar.
I could be so abstract.
So don’t you fucking tell me/tell me that I’m wrong.
I'm sick. Not quite "sick as fawk (insert disheveled smiley face here)", but feeling pretty miserable. As you all know, thanks to my bitchy entry, I haven't been feeling so good this past weekend. I was getting all depressed, I was crying, I was moody, I was a nutcase, I slept until 500PM, was in the worst mood ever, etc. I even started feeling sickly. I was wondering what was so special to make this weekend that shitty, and then I realized -- as lame as this may saound, I did not take my medication when Dad was away. Usually he's the one harping on me every night to take my pills, but for the past few days, he has been away on a business trip. And being my usual ditzy self, I forgot to take my pills. And I got all fucked up and shitt. Note of caution: medication was not meant to be stopped cold turkey. I remember one incident like this last year where I thought I was feeling well enought t stop taking the medication. So for a few days I was like "oh I feel fine and dandy! It's won't matter if I skip my medication today" and the next, and the next..soon enough, I was a flippin' basketcase. Like I was the other day. It creeps me out how dependent I am on Zoloft and Risperdal. Fucking drugs. But to them, I owe them my life.
So I gravely apologize to all those I snapped at this weekend. It wasn't me, it was my withdrawal demons.
So anyways, now I'm a sickly child. As Gloria pointed out, I get sick a whole lot. Which was mainly last year, but you know. It was because I was so stressed out and sleep deprived. We're learning about sleep deprivation in Psycho. and I'm like "that's totally me." Huz-to-the-fucking-zah for sleep deprivation. Hey, at least I got to take off work today.
I'm not even going to get into the bitchy issue that is Mrs. Werner. To my girls, you already know my thoughts on that little controversy.
I have the best little brother. Ever. Today, I was hungry, and he made me spaghetti. You know how long that takes? It's not as easy as it looks. I felt so special. Whatta guy.
V-day is coming up. Big whoop. Ricky and mine's 8 month is the 16th. Big whoop, seriously! I don't know what we're goinhg to do. I wish he would surprise me, either in school or out of school. I don't think that's going to happen, though.
I love Eighteen Visions. So beautiful. So poignant. So raw. Sighes with longing. I need to go to another concert, but not to get all riled up in the mosh pit. Too old for that sort of thing. *cracks back with cane*
SCHOOL CAN BLOW ME. Suckle my big black dick, y'hear?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*aLs*
C[onvo]oftheD[ay]
hwatailwhip: you know, i'm prepared if you don't want to be my friend anymore, but i'm beginning to rethink my anti-braaten stance
iLoveRedIV: good bye Jake
hwatailwhip signed off at 10:40:46 PM.
Q[uote]oftheD[ay]
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave, could you make it shallow so that i can feel the rain?
L[yrics]oftheD[ay]
She though she could break my heart.
Yeah. . . you’re only holding me down.
Yeah . . . and I won’t want you around.
Sugar. Sugar.
Please Leave me alone.
Sugar. Sugar.
I could be so abstract.
So don’t you fucking tell me/tell me that I’m wrong.