Careless. Whispered. Insulting. Bruising. These laces are untied, but my feet are still walking away
Last night was full of drunken escapades. I have many, many pictures of the festivities on my digital camera, but I'm too lazy to post them here. Basically, Pilgrim Diner and my basement was rocking. Helene, Buzz, Liz, Rachel, Cat, Kirsten, Jaini, Scott. We saw BJ from a fucking million years ago when Nick Kuhl got head from two girls at his New Years' party. Also saw Ryan Conover from... a fucking million years ago. He was quite the prick, actually. Or maybe I was just really fucking drunk. Later on that night, when it was just me and Cat, I ended up puking up my entire body weight. It was disgusting. I definitely drank way too much fucking Majorska and Bacardi Vanilla crap. Interesting Christmas.
Today marks the anniversary of the Cat and the Sarah. One month. Seems like a hell of a lot longer. Anyway, we are celebrating by sneaking into the movie theater to see 'Darkness'. I'm gonna pee out of fright. Yes and we are going to AMBIEN it up. Fucking yay! I love the Cat. She is the best human feline out there. For real.
Speaking of felines, my son, Baby Jack, twisted his ankle and is hiding under the Christmas tree, crying and growling. I frantically called every vet's office in the area, but was unsuccessful. Everything's fucking closed. The only option there is, besides waiting it out, is to take him to the animal hospital. We cannot do this because it will cost approximately $1000. Which my family does not have. So tonight I shall be comforting my kitten and icing his leg.
Apathy. Yet I am cynical. Too much on my mind. I have dialed that number far too many times. Left too many messages. And never gotten a response. My desperation makes me sick to my stomach.
Today marks the anniversary of the Cat and the Sarah. One month. Seems like a hell of a lot longer. Anyway, we are celebrating by sneaking into the movie theater to see 'Darkness'. I'm gonna pee out of fright. Yes and we are going to AMBIEN it up. Fucking yay! I love the Cat. She is the best human feline out there. For real.
Speaking of felines, my son, Baby Jack, twisted his ankle and is hiding under the Christmas tree, crying and growling. I frantically called every vet's office in the area, but was unsuccessful. Everything's fucking closed. The only option there is, besides waiting it out, is to take him to the animal hospital. We cannot do this because it will cost approximately $1000. Which my family does not have. So tonight I shall be comforting my kitten and icing his leg.
Apathy. Yet I am cynical. Too much on my mind. I have dialed that number far too many times. Left too many messages. And never gotten a response. My desperation makes me sick to my stomach.