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i fell down the basement stairs.
i have a lovely bruise the size of japan on my ass. and i clipped my tailbone on the edge of the stair before landing on it on the next step down. which makes me wish i had more pills. cause, really, as if my face hurting weren't enough, now i've got pain shooting up my back and down my legs. lovely.
can we please just add some more suck to my body?
i called into work today.
cause working nine hours feeling like someone's drilling through your face just doesn't sound like fun.
i'm completely out of drugs and if the manager from hell were to so much as look at me wrong i might tell her everything i really think about her.
calling in was really a strategic move to save my career and my criminal record.
i want greg to come home now. this is nonsense.
he can't spend every second with me and then leave and expect me to function like a normal human being.
i'm so dependent. i hate that. i spent years and years becoming independent and self-sufficient and managed to develop this "i don't need you, i can do everything myself" attitude and then he comes along and destroys it. it's mutual though, i guess. i mean, we could both survive without each other, but it's nice to know that neither of us has to do everything anymore. like, i don't have to pay for anything and he hasn't touched an iron in months. it works.
ugh. i don't know what it is, but my whole mouth tastes like slime.
ever since i had my teeth pulled i have this horrible, disgusting, acidic taste in my mouth.
it's so gross.
i'm gonna go whine.
more.
i have a lovely bruise the size of japan on my ass. and i clipped my tailbone on the edge of the stair before landing on it on the next step down. which makes me wish i had more pills. cause, really, as if my face hurting weren't enough, now i've got pain shooting up my back and down my legs. lovely.
can we please just add some more suck to my body?
i called into work today.
cause working nine hours feeling like someone's drilling through your face just doesn't sound like fun.
i'm completely out of drugs and if the manager from hell were to so much as look at me wrong i might tell her everything i really think about her.
calling in was really a strategic move to save my career and my criminal record.
i want greg to come home now. this is nonsense.
he can't spend every second with me and then leave and expect me to function like a normal human being.
i'm so dependent. i hate that. i spent years and years becoming independent and self-sufficient and managed to develop this "i don't need you, i can do everything myself" attitude and then he comes along and destroys it. it's mutual though, i guess. i mean, we could both survive without each other, but it's nice to know that neither of us has to do everything anymore. like, i don't have to pay for anything and he hasn't touched an iron in months. it works.
ugh. i don't know what it is, but my whole mouth tastes like slime.
ever since i had my teeth pulled i have this horrible, disgusting, acidic taste in my mouth.
it's so gross.
i'm gonna go whine.
more.