I'm sorry if sober isn't as exciting, it just is, okay?
Oh , fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I just can't get over it. I can't. I have the best fucking job I've ever had in my life, and I'm actually happy to go into work every day. I continually am thankful for...my position. So what is my first instinct? What do I want to do more than anything else once I report to duty? To fuck my boss' brother. Great.
Not that I will. Not that I won't, either, it's just...I really want to, but I really shouldn't, so I'm really pining. I just want to bite him, just a little bit, just a little taste...
Sobriety. Still here. I'm still making it. I still haven't been high for over a week, and I think I'm uh-gunnu-be-somebudy-sum-day, but I don't want to brag or anything, and I don't want to tote my addiction around like a plaque, or make mountains out of problems that don't really amount to much anyway. Though I do want the latest and greatest breaking news to be known: I could be high right now. I could be. Really.
I'm posting this with Juneau's picture, may that poor doggy soul rest in peace. For some reason, someone brought him up the other day, and not having my numb high defenses up, I cried and cried and cried over this psychotic little pit-bull/boxer mix that was an anti-social violent freak. Poor guy. See, the thing was--there was a commercial, or some video clip on America's Funniest Home Videos of this adorable little puppy and all anyone had to say was, "That looks like Juneau when he was a puppy!" It was all over after that. It was all euthanized history. Poor, poor puppy.
In other news, if I collected all the money that people owed me, I'd be $500 richer. Fucking cheapskates.
And, the Virgo doesn't really work until 8:15 every day, which is the time I get off. She just pretends to be working, a true contortion of busy.
Some actresses will never really make it, you know...they'll always be empty glances missing their screen.
Not that I will. Not that I won't, either, it's just...I really want to, but I really shouldn't, so I'm really pining. I just want to bite him, just a little bit, just a little taste...
Sobriety. Still here. I'm still making it. I still haven't been high for over a week, and I think I'm uh-gunnu-be-somebudy-sum-day, but I don't want to brag or anything, and I don't want to tote my addiction around like a plaque, or make mountains out of problems that don't really amount to much anyway. Though I do want the latest and greatest breaking news to be known: I could be high right now. I could be. Really.
I'm posting this with Juneau's picture, may that poor doggy soul rest in peace. For some reason, someone brought him up the other day, and not having my numb high defenses up, I cried and cried and cried over this psychotic little pit-bull/boxer mix that was an anti-social violent freak. Poor guy. See, the thing was--there was a commercial, or some video clip on America's Funniest Home Videos of this adorable little puppy and all anyone had to say was, "That looks like Juneau when he was a puppy!" It was all over after that. It was all euthanized history. Poor, poor puppy.
In other news, if I collected all the money that people owed me, I'd be $500 richer. Fucking cheapskates.
And, the Virgo doesn't really work until 8:15 every day, which is the time I get off. She just pretends to be working, a true contortion of busy.
Some actresses will never really make it, you know...they'll always be empty glances missing their screen.