birthday greetings, bottle of wine
Right, so, my birthday was yesterday and I'm still alive.
And SANE. Or as sane as I ever was (I used to be much closer to, you know, actual sanity, but~ you're about a year too late to see that excuse for breathing space) here. No bloodlust or insane cravings to start chopping people up with the nearest letter opener/machete/knife.
It's fucking awesome.
I beat the devil himself. THE devil. As in SATAN, as in the father of any and ALL lies, as in the SUPREME DEVIL, as in my OLD BOSS.
What's the betting he just got sick of me being a tap dancing asshole and decided he'd be better off trying to make someone else go insane, eh?
And my headaches are gone. Completely. I'm so used to life with migraines literally from hell that I'd forgotten what it was like not to have them. It's awesome. I think I can credit that much to whatever that stuff was that Leon gave me. So thanks~
All you guys I told to go eat a cake and think of me can do just that. Only if it's not Red Velvet then where have your tastebuds gone?
And SANE. Or as sane as I ever was (I used to be much closer to, you know, actual sanity, but~ you're about a year too late to see that excuse for breathing space) here. No bloodlust or insane cravings to start chopping people up with the nearest letter opener/machete/knife.
It's fucking awesome.
I beat the devil himself. THE devil. As in SATAN, as in the father of any and ALL lies, as in the SUPREME DEVIL, as in my OLD BOSS.
What's the betting he just got sick of me being a tap dancing asshole and decided he'd be better off trying to make someone else go insane, eh?
And my headaches are gone. Completely. I'm so used to life with migraines literally from hell that I'd forgotten what it was like not to have them. It's awesome. I think I can credit that much to whatever that stuff was that Leon gave me. So thanks~
All you guys I told to go eat a cake and think of me can do just that. Only if it's not Red Velvet then where have your tastebuds gone?