long time no FUCKING UPDATE, brah.
so the fuck what. (I try not to swear so much, I'm a potty mouth and all other sorts of un-ladylike-ness, but, *ahem* ...fuck it. I have my reasons.)
1.) I am currently unemployed.
2.) I am currently dreading the favors I will need to ask of people in the near future. *grinds teeth*
3.) I am currently dreading the upcoming season.
4.) I currently need a job and/or a life and/or daily diversions [at the very least]to help keep my mind from totally wandering and bringing me to the depths of doom and chaos and whatever else.
5.) I am currently sick of people (I mean WHOEVER, no one in general) not being up-front. I hate knowing people are bullshitting me, or bullshitting themselves. Why care? Exactly. I just do. I don't need people to waste my time for me.
6.) I am currently the most unmotivated I have been in some time, and I'm not liking it. But its going to take something to fix that. Oh, like working on a daily basis perhaps? And not staying up till 3 am and bitching in my livejournal?
Oh yeah, I smashed my FACE last night.
I have some serious anxiety issues.
friday night aim fun!!!!! =\
fkjhsdlkjadsf: all I remember is being over by her sink
fkjhsdlkjadsf: and I was trying to get some water, but for some reason I couldnt get the glass to my mouth
fkjhsdlkjadsf: and my ears were ringing and I was seeing static
fkjhsdlkjadsf: and I started walking over to them by the tv, they were staring at me, and thats all I remember
fkjhsdlkjadsf: marcella told me I guess I walked over towards the couch by the window, fainted, landed on her coffee table, bounced and smashed my face into the corner of her tv table
invertedoctopus: jeez
fkjhsdlkjadsf: yeah
fkjhsdlkjadsf: Chris said he couldnt even look at it, I didnt bleed a lot but it looked like I carved a triangle out of the skin above my upper lip, that was just hanging.
All I had was a glass of wine. And an EXTREMELY over-stimulated/worked/stressed-out mind. Thats all! Sooooo 1 CAT scan, 5 shots of novocaine, 7 stitches, and a SPANKIN NEW tetanus shot later, here I am, in all my bitter, stitched-up glory:
(as seen on myspace a.k.a. I'm a fucking loser)
I'm drinking everything through a straw. I actually dont really care. I'm just mad at myself for being so fucked up in the head. I've blacked out on more than one occasion, so technically its nothing new. Nothing new except the 12 hundred something dollar bullshit hospital bill that awaits me. I need to listen to my own advice and 'not get mad at whatever you cannot control' because it's 'pointless'.
OH how I wish I weren't so bi-polar lately... *sigh*
I'm ending this shitty shit shit nonsense ramble.
1.) I am currently unemployed.
2.) I am currently dreading the favors I will need to ask of people in the near future. *grinds teeth*
3.) I am currently dreading the upcoming season.
4.) I currently need a job and/or a life and/or daily diversions [at the very least]to help keep my mind from totally wandering and bringing me to the depths of doom and chaos and whatever else.
5.) I am currently sick of people (I mean WHOEVER, no one in general) not being up-front. I hate knowing people are bullshitting me, or bullshitting themselves. Why care? Exactly. I just do. I don't need people to waste my time for me.
6.) I am currently the most unmotivated I have been in some time, and I'm not liking it. But its going to take something to fix that. Oh, like working on a daily basis perhaps? And not staying up till 3 am and bitching in my livejournal?
Oh yeah, I smashed my FACE last night.
I have some serious anxiety issues.
friday night aim fun!!!!! =\
fkjhsdlkjadsf: all I remember is being over by her sink
fkjhsdlkjadsf: and I was trying to get some water, but for some reason I couldnt get the glass to my mouth
fkjhsdlkjadsf: and my ears were ringing and I was seeing static
fkjhsdlkjadsf: and I started walking over to them by the tv, they were staring at me, and thats all I remember
fkjhsdlkjadsf: marcella told me I guess I walked over towards the couch by the window, fainted, landed on her coffee table, bounced and smashed my face into the corner of her tv table
invertedoctopus: jeez
fkjhsdlkjadsf: yeah
fkjhsdlkjadsf: Chris said he couldnt even look at it, I didnt bleed a lot but it looked like I carved a triangle out of the skin above my upper lip, that was just hanging.
All I had was a glass of wine. And an EXTREMELY over-stimulated/worked/stressed-out mind. Thats all! Sooooo 1 CAT scan, 5 shots of novocaine, 7 stitches, and a SPANKIN NEW tetanus shot later, here I am, in all my bitter, stitched-up glory:
(as seen on myspace a.k.a. I'm a fucking loser)
I'm drinking everything through a straw. I actually dont really care. I'm just mad at myself for being so fucked up in the head. I've blacked out on more than one occasion, so technically its nothing new. Nothing new except the 12 hundred something dollar bullshit hospital bill that awaits me. I need to listen to my own advice and 'not get mad at whatever you cannot control' because it's 'pointless'.
OH how I wish I weren't so bi-polar lately... *sigh*
I'm ending this shitty shit shit nonsense ramble.