not necessarily related thoughts.
A good friend of mine was telling me that she's almost jealous that I'm prone to bouts of depression, as I'm more likely to become a famous writer because of them...
Fortunately, I have a good friend who has offered to store my box of toys and interesting fiction, so that my mother doesn't accidentally unpack the wrong box and find a friendly hot pink vibrator.
mom has called me at least 10 times during the past 5 days without reaching me while I'm sober.
every time I get sad and think my life is just gonna go down the shitter and the majority of my plans won't work, I think of my other friend who is currently trying to obtain a Russian visa. Apparently Russia has different views on geography than the rest of the world, and refuses to acknowledge the exisitence of his country of origins.
Then I look back at my crazy, stressed, and vulgar posts from last year at this time and remember that the Russians fucked up everyone's visa.
It all worked out anyway, somehow.
speaking of everything working out, the massive hickeys that I obtained at the party have finally reduced to the point where I can effectively conceal them with coverup. Just in time for graduation tomorrow...
Fortunately, I have a good friend who has offered to store my box of toys and interesting fiction, so that my mother doesn't accidentally unpack the wrong box and find a friendly hot pink vibrator.
mom has called me at least 10 times during the past 5 days without reaching me while I'm sober.
every time I get sad and think my life is just gonna go down the shitter and the majority of my plans won't work, I think of my other friend who is currently trying to obtain a Russian visa. Apparently Russia has different views on geography than the rest of the world, and refuses to acknowledge the exisitence of his country of origins.
Then I look back at my crazy, stressed, and vulgar posts from last year at this time and remember that the Russians fucked up everyone's visa.
It all worked out anyway, somehow.
speaking of everything working out, the massive hickeys that I obtained at the party have finally reduced to the point where I can effectively conceal them with coverup. Just in time for graduation tomorrow...