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"If I stand, let me stand on the promise that you will pull me through. And if I can't, let me fall on the grace that first brought me to you."
I go for a two month post op tomorrow morning. I don't give a fuck. I'm drinking anyway.
I always have bad hair days...isn't that supposed to vary?
I ate beef today. An animal style double double from In N Out. Of course, I could only eat about a third of it but it didn't make me sick and my god, the grilled onions and pickles were amazing. It's strange how much I miss the weird things. Like I don't miss big pasta dinners or deep fried shit or really any main course meals. I just want pickles, mustard and some mother fucking starbucks. Articulate right? Can't let my college education go to waste...even on livejournal.
I found out very early this morning how badly it hurts to be called a, 'slut mutt.' Never been called that before...never deserved it more in my entire fucking life. Although I'm not 100% sure what it means, I think it could perhaps be the most accurate description of me to date.
Gravity is amazing. The speed of light is even more amazing. I can't say that I would ever want to go to space. I hate to even be on an airplane. I'll have to do it twice this year. Dad says he'll take me to Las Vegas so we can go see Love. I was so happy thinking it would be a really fun road trip. I ask when we are going and he says, "When you are ready to get on a plane." I need to strap on a pair and fast. But flying to Australia will require more than one pair of testicles. Maybe I can make an arrangement with the pilot about that...hm.
I was supposed to have blood drawn a week ago. It's actually not like me to put things off like that. The doctor will be angry.
MORE WINE!
I go for a two month post op tomorrow morning. I don't give a fuck. I'm drinking anyway.
I always have bad hair days...isn't that supposed to vary?
I ate beef today. An animal style double double from In N Out. Of course, I could only eat about a third of it but it didn't make me sick and my god, the grilled onions and pickles were amazing. It's strange how much I miss the weird things. Like I don't miss big pasta dinners or deep fried shit or really any main course meals. I just want pickles, mustard and some mother fucking starbucks. Articulate right? Can't let my college education go to waste...even on livejournal.
I found out very early this morning how badly it hurts to be called a, 'slut mutt.' Never been called that before...never deserved it more in my entire fucking life. Although I'm not 100% sure what it means, I think it could perhaps be the most accurate description of me to date.
Gravity is amazing. The speed of light is even more amazing. I can't say that I would ever want to go to space. I hate to even be on an airplane. I'll have to do it twice this year. Dad says he'll take me to Las Vegas so we can go see Love. I was so happy thinking it would be a really fun road trip. I ask when we are going and he says, "When you are ready to get on a plane." I need to strap on a pair and fast. But flying to Australia will require more than one pair of testicles. Maybe I can make an arrangement with the pilot about that...hm.
I was supposed to have blood drawn a week ago. It's actually not like me to put things off like that. The doctor will be angry.
MORE WINE!