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Happy 31st to our sweetheart...
One of my faves, capturing your youth, style and funkability. :) May you stay that way forever, love. :)
Rowsdower destroyed my hand yesterday. My fault, really; he'd gotten out for ten seconds, and when he came back in, the usual happened; Gypsy wanted him dead. I dunno what all it is with them, but whenever one gets out, the other freaks and they fight. Sooo... I thought he'd calmed down enough for me to scruff and crate him, but nope. He rounded on me, tearing my hand to shit. Let's just say I'm surprised the cops weren't called with the way I was screaming, both in pain and "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" being said over and over. Needless to mention, I did NOT snuff the little bastard. I'm just about not-hating him anymore. I'm fine, and it actually doesn't hurt as long as I don't strain it. I told everyone that I really got into a back-alley knife-fight, just to look cool.
I wicked effed-up, though, when I got back home. Pan had just showed up with my dad, who gives him rides into work since they both work in Springfield. Dad gives me a few painkillers since, of course, I'm seen as a pill-popper by all doctors and was told to chug Advil instead of them hopping me up on something with a bit more pep. It was hydrocodone or something, gave me two and told me to halve one, cos' one knocked him on his arse. Said thanks, got inside and felt stressed, out-of-sorts and "Hey, where'd I put those pills?" It wasn't until I said, "Wow, my hand's not hurting anymore," that I realized "Holy shit, the pills went in my GUT, that's where..." Somewhere between hanging up my coat and giving Rows the ebul eye, my brain farted and I slugged back both pills. The IMMA GONNA DIE panic came in, so I forced myself to stay straight. I can do that. I was still a blurry, slurry mess, but I fought down the urge to pass out and survived. You can tell, because I'm here on livejournal making a post.
Also been dealing with a titch of depression. Nothing out of the ordinary, just so blah and bummed. I gotta get back to the psych. Hop y'all've been good. :)
One of my faves, capturing your youth, style and funkability. :) May you stay that way forever, love. :)
Rowsdower destroyed my hand yesterday. My fault, really; he'd gotten out for ten seconds, and when he came back in, the usual happened; Gypsy wanted him dead. I dunno what all it is with them, but whenever one gets out, the other freaks and they fight. Sooo... I thought he'd calmed down enough for me to scruff and crate him, but nope. He rounded on me, tearing my hand to shit. Let's just say I'm surprised the cops weren't called with the way I was screaming, both in pain and "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" being said over and over. Needless to mention, I did NOT snuff the little bastard. I'm just about not-hating him anymore. I'm fine, and it actually doesn't hurt as long as I don't strain it. I told everyone that I really got into a back-alley knife-fight, just to look cool.
I wicked effed-up, though, when I got back home. Pan had just showed up with my dad, who gives him rides into work since they both work in Springfield. Dad gives me a few painkillers since, of course, I'm seen as a pill-popper by all doctors and was told to chug Advil instead of them hopping me up on something with a bit more pep. It was hydrocodone or something, gave me two and told me to halve one, cos' one knocked him on his arse. Said thanks, got inside and felt stressed, out-of-sorts and "Hey, where'd I put those pills?" It wasn't until I said, "Wow, my hand's not hurting anymore," that I realized "Holy shit, the pills went in my GUT, that's where..." Somewhere between hanging up my coat and giving Rows the ebul eye, my brain farted and I slugged back both pills. The IMMA GONNA DIE panic came in, so I forced myself to stay straight. I can do that. I was still a blurry, slurry mess, but I fought down the urge to pass out and survived. You can tell, because I'm here on livejournal making a post.
Also been dealing with a titch of depression. Nothing out of the ordinary, just so blah and bummed. I gotta get back to the psych. Hop y'all've been good. :)