thank you.rachaelnoelDecember 25 2010, 00:00:35 UTC
really.
I'm spending my birthday avoiding family, with whom i unfortunately now live. I caught Lyme Disease last year (on TOP of everything else that was wrong with me), and it won't leave, and I have a pretty constant headache while upright, and the massive painkillers/antibiotics I'm on make pukey. I'd wanted nothing but weed. Just to get stoned, feel less miserable, less vomity, and by myself be able to trek to NYC and see a show.
My friend flaked on me. After I planned on him coming by yesterday, and after I waited all day for him to call me today. I'm too crappy feeling to trek through the city. I can't bear to deal with my family. That's a whole different tale of woe.
So I left, and took the train one town over and i'm sitting in a Starbucks. Chowing on baked goods. My head pounding. Wondering where I'll go to kill time after this place closes at 8.
My birthday is AWESOME. Always.
so far... I've had twenty-something internet people wish me a happy birthday. Only three people I know in real life have bothered to message me. and... not one human voice.
Holy crap. I think I'm getting an intense sugar high from all these cakes and bars and breads. Ooooooogah.
I'm spending my birthday avoiding family, with whom i unfortunately now live. I caught Lyme Disease last year (on TOP of everything else that was wrong with me), and it won't leave, and I have a pretty constant headache while upright, and the massive painkillers/antibiotics I'm on make pukey. I'd wanted nothing but weed. Just to get stoned, feel less miserable, less vomity, and by myself be able to trek to NYC and see a show.
My friend flaked on me. After I planned on him coming by yesterday, and after I waited all day for him to call me today. I'm too crappy feeling to trek through the city. I can't bear to deal with my family. That's a whole different tale of woe.
So I left, and took the train one town over and i'm sitting in a Starbucks. Chowing on baked goods. My head pounding. Wondering where I'll go to kill time after this place closes at 8.
My birthday is AWESOME. Always.
so far... I've had twenty-something internet people wish me a happy birthday. Only three people I know in real life have bothered to message me. and... not one human voice.
Holy crap. I think I'm getting an intense sugar high from all these cakes and bars and breads. Ooooooogah.
Anyway.
thank you.
Really.
Birthdays are horrible things.
(I should resurrect this place.)
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