Too lazy to write.
Stuff that is cool:
Me, clearly. This book looks insanely long but the font and spacing are huge (cause old ladies love the Street.)
This dog. I mean, seriously, holy fuck.
This. Even though I hate kids, I love kid related art stuff. Although, I have come to accept lately I may not actually hate children, I just don’t want to own one.
Lloyd/Lister. I have never actually seen Red Dwarf, but now that it’s temporarily coming back and I have come to love Lloyd, I feel I should give it a chance. Hmm.
These rabbits.
This shit. Wow.
This Gorilla/Night Elf hunter dance party. (I am the shadow babe.)
And I’ll be guilty for the rest of my life.
You know how it is with me baby
You know I just can’t stand myself
And it takes a whole lot of medicine darling
for me to pretend that I’m somebody else
I think the acute level of anxiety I am feeling at having run out of pot and not being able to immediately get more is… well kind of a problem. BUT IT’S ONLY A PROBLEM WHEN I RUN OUT!!!
Drunk – check. Skinny – not so much.
Anyone know any good low calorie alcoholic beverages? Post your favourites here. I want to keep drinking excessively AND lose weight hopefully someday. Jim Beam and apple juice is not helping.
My one and only ever beer bong. I took it like a total champ, the observers could scarcely believe it. I miss Cathy and Heather. I thought that might be the start of a really solid ‘friend group.’ Then Heather left. Sounds dumb to say cause me and Cathy have been friends for oh, ten years now, but for some reason it seems impossible to get the two of us together. It’s like we need fresh people in the mix to force us to hang out. Cause I am antisocial mostly I guess and Cathy has given up on me over the years.
On the juice
Me walking to the Pantry for lunch: Stupid snow, oh no this footing is slippery, I hope I don’t fall, why don’t you watch where you’re going stupid cars, eww look at that dumb child over there, I hope I won’t be late getting back, the food at the Pantry kinda sucks…
Me walking back to work after lunch [1 glass of shitty red wine consumed]: Hey maybe the world is kind of neat. I have no worries about falling. Everything will work itself out! I have such hope for the future. What a great day.
I think 1 glass of red wine makes me feel like a ‘normal’ person. It rids me of that constantly underlying fear and negativity that courses through my cortex. Is it any wonder I want to be slightly drunk all the time?
