I was having a terrible day what with my tires being slashed last night and all, I have to go to an alcohol education class tomorrow and forked up the $80 for it today eside what can they tell me that I don’t know about alcohol? the drier broke, so I’m hang drying my clothes, one of our bathrooms hasn’t worked in two months and the stagnant piss water is smeeling up my whole floor, the garbage people quit picking ours up two weeks ago, another oderiforous treat, I have to stop smoking pot for awhile, but my mommy came and took me out for sushi this afternoon, had a little saki, and the world seems just peachy now. Yippee fucking do.
So, I am thinking that I am the only person who posts here that actually lives outside of either Lexington, New York, Chicago, or LA.
Who knew that the greater-Lexington-area was such a hot spot?
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Didja forget about me? I don’t live in any of those places. And I’m posting here. I thought you were my friend!
Sophie doesn’t like me any more!
slinks off to the corner
Poor Zappo.
If it’s any consolation, my life hasn’t been so good these days. I’ve been feeling pretty lonesome and ignored, myself.
I broke up with my boyfriend a couple of days ago. I want to talk to my friends about it, but, with the exception of a couple of people, no-one’s been available to yap.
Really, I ought to be distracting myself with work. I have plenty of stuff to do–I should have filed my grades on Monday, but I’ve been really sick (anybody know anything about inner ear disorders? I got an initial diagnosis of permanent nerve damage in my right ear, but many of my symptoms, and the fact that anti-inflammatory drugs seem to work for me contradicts the notion that all my problems are due to nerve damage.) and haven’t done it. If I don’t get my grades in by Friday, I’m in deep doo-doo.
I also have late papers to finish. Somehow, though, I’ve ben feeling so overwhelmed that I don’t know where to start. At this point, I feel completely dissociated with what I’m supposed to be doing. That’s probably a defense mechanism against some sort of achievement anxiety. But I really don’t know. Maybe I should post to the “Who’s crazy?” thread. What do you guys think?
I’ve stoked myself with some seriously caffeinated tea to get through the next day of concentrated Hell. (What a great name for some “extreme” beverage product–“Concentrated Hell” [with Guarana and Ephedra, or some such thing.] Then maybe you could have the even more upmarket stuff–L’Enfer Concentre–with genuine water from Lourdes and a smattering of nicotinoids. Then there could be “Solinaceous Samba,” a cocktail of neuroactive compounds in tomato juice. What kind of up-all-night conconction would you have, if you could design any drink in the world? What would you use–or do you use–to keep you hoppin’ when you’re winding down?)
Anyway, back to work.
dwyr said:
“celestina
You write quite well. Actually I should mention that I’m just a little bit phobic, all people scare me some but not many of them are as interesting as this lot.”
Thank you, dear. 
That made my day. I definitely think you should go meet these good folks at their Dopefest. As far as your head size, I terrible at math, so I don’t know what those measurements you posted mean.
{{{Scribble}}} Hang in there. This too shall pass, and soon you’ll be free. I hope you feel better soon.
Besides, I had a miserable time in Colorado. It was nothing but winter, winter, winter. And, at additional cost, I was stuck on the top of some mountain where I couldn’t even breathe. We were surrounded by people whose idea of fun was to bundle up like some kind of day-glo eskimo and go hurtling up and down the mountain with long sticks strapped to their feet. At least I had the prescience to bring plenty of alcohol. Out of our party of around 20, we had two ER visits in one week.
I didn’t sleep with her. I was stuck in Colorado and didn’t even have the opportunity.
Hey, I don’t even live in the same COUNTRY! I do live near a major city, but it ain’t them. If I hop on the Skytrain, (think sort of an elevated subway, with actual subway portions), I can be in downtown Vancouver in about half an hour. Actually, New Westminster is a city too, and I have to go through it to get to Vancouver. Come to think of it, I need to go through Burnaby, too, and IT’S a city! Surrey, where I actually live, is only a municipality. I think. Maybe it is a city by now, but if it is I missed it. I should know this, because my grandfather was the police chief in Surrey in the 30’s. In those days, the whole police force was six guys, five motorcycles and the car. My grandfather got the car and he used to take the whole family out for Sunday drives. Sometimes he’d pull over speeders, and my mom would get really embassesed. I never knew my grandfather because he took off with a 22 year old. At the time, my uncle was 17, mom was 13 and my other uncle was 8. It was a really good scandle, even though he wasn’t in the police force anymore by then. The RCMP took over. Actually there was one more guy in between him and them.
Getting back to food, Mr zoogirl just handed me a Klondike–the kind like a drumstick. Ummm, CHOCOLATE!!!
CRUD! I just broke off the tip! Now it’s gonna leak!
Hi, Rue!