fuck...in general that is
i don't know why i'm quazi depressed. it doesn't really make sense.
i'm living on my own with the woman i love. i have a good job. we have friends and a quazi local hang out. i have kitties to take care of.
so what's wrong with me?
I'm having dreams of being raped again. i haven't had those in atleast 6 months and my poetry is back...but once again it is extremely violent. i've been taking my meds (i finally got the prescription filled)
lexi's out smoking a bowl with her friend and talking. i never know exactly what they talk about when they're over there. lexi always asks if it's okay to go...but they never seem to want me there...which is perfectly fine with me because lori (the friend) and i aren't real chummy.
we need to go grocery shopping. the only food left in the house is cerial, some old lettuce and some old spagetti.
tomorrow i work from 6 to midnight and then on saturday i work 345 to midnight. that means i get a lunch break. that's exciting. lexi and i can get dinner or something.
my scars have all healed but they are still a dark pinkish red color. i am so aware of them all the time so i haven't worn a skirt to work since the incident. i might wear one on monday for my 6 to 9 shift just to get it over with. i'll probably end up chickening out though.
the appartment smells. we have to clean out the fridge and clean all the kitty and birdy poopy up.
two (knock on wood) kitties may be finding homes this weekend. we totally hope it goes through...but we are both reluctant to give up dililah (the mama cat). we are so attached to her but she hate fuzz. which really makes us mad.
we made it through her first heat cycle even though it only last four days apposed to the week to two weeks it's supposed to last.
update on Kurt (the gay guy that got beat up): he got his teeth a couple days ago. they look awesome. he had his front four teeth knocked out so he had to get fake ones, but you can't tell at all. he gets the permanent ones put in next week. these ones are kept in with a retainer sort of get up. he doesn't have a lisp or anything. pretty impressive i thought.
i'm living on my own with the woman i love. i have a good job. we have friends and a quazi local hang out. i have kitties to take care of.
so what's wrong with me?
I'm having dreams of being raped again. i haven't had those in atleast 6 months and my poetry is back...but once again it is extremely violent. i've been taking my meds (i finally got the prescription filled)
lexi's out smoking a bowl with her friend and talking. i never know exactly what they talk about when they're over there. lexi always asks if it's okay to go...but they never seem to want me there...which is perfectly fine with me because lori (the friend) and i aren't real chummy.
we need to go grocery shopping. the only food left in the house is cerial, some old lettuce and some old spagetti.
tomorrow i work from 6 to midnight and then on saturday i work 345 to midnight. that means i get a lunch break. that's exciting. lexi and i can get dinner or something.
my scars have all healed but they are still a dark pinkish red color. i am so aware of them all the time so i haven't worn a skirt to work since the incident. i might wear one on monday for my 6 to 9 shift just to get it over with. i'll probably end up chickening out though.
the appartment smells. we have to clean out the fridge and clean all the kitty and birdy poopy up.
two (knock on wood) kitties may be finding homes this weekend. we totally hope it goes through...but we are both reluctant to give up dililah (the mama cat). we are so attached to her but she hate fuzz. which really makes us mad.
we made it through her first heat cycle even though it only last four days apposed to the week to two weeks it's supposed to last.
update on Kurt (the gay guy that got beat up): he got his teeth a couple days ago. they look awesome. he had his front four teeth knocked out so he had to get fake ones, but you can't tell at all. he gets the permanent ones put in next week. these ones are kept in with a retainer sort of get up. he doesn't have a lisp or anything. pretty impressive i thought.