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i'm craving tattoos again...
mussssst get innnnnnnnnnk!
i'm thinkin' half-sleeve. i'm tired of looking at the drunk pirate (never get tattoos when wasted). i want something HUUUUGE. thinkin' probably the pic in my LJ background.
and i still need to make my tribute to Yappa and decide where she's going to go on me.
c'mon january. gimmie money so i can tip rodney appropriately (cuz he never lets me pay outright)
took half a xanax last night. wooooooah i forgot how much i love that drug. good thing i only have one pill (well half a pill now). it calmed me RIGHT the fuck down too. i was feeling the Rampage Anger Monster last night so I had to kill it before it threw a table. I also have a crap ton of geodon now along with seroquel. i'd rather not take pills to chill out, and i'm getting really good at not needing them - but sometimes... sometimes the monster wins. jerk monster. pick on someone your own size.
my heart is going crazy right now, i feel like there's a snake crawling around in my chest and slapping it's tail against my breastbone. i also have three cold sores. WTF?! go away stupid jerk cold sores. and i have cramps. stupid female parts. i wish they'd just let me take them out, they don't work anyways so why tote them around to make me miserable 5 days a month?
i slipped wyl a mickey and now he's finally asleep. well, technically he slipped it to himself. and it's not a mickey finn, it's an atarax. but still, he's finally asleep. i think i gave him my insomnia.
what else can i bitch about...
oh yeah, i'm applying to a post traumatic stress disorder research lab for the spring as well as my good ol' schizophrenia lab. the person conducting the research is this tiny little asian lady who has such cute engrish, like instead of dying it's "getting died." it was so damn cute. she has a very good command of the english language for the most part, it's just the cute little engrish-isms that sneak in here and there that make her so adorable. she's trying to determine a biological link to the stages of PTSD by testing various body fluids, which is where i come in. i'll be the yucky liquid transporter, but i'll also get some direct face time with the patients which is really what i'm looking for. this is totally such a psych semester. most of my classes are psych classes and then there's the labs. add to that my own crazy and i'll be in a crazy heaven. i'm so grateful i was invited to the schizo lab fall semester. it's opened so many doors for me!!
okay, i sleep now.
mussssst get innnnnnnnnnk!
i'm thinkin' half-sleeve. i'm tired of looking at the drunk pirate (never get tattoos when wasted). i want something HUUUUGE. thinkin' probably the pic in my LJ background.
and i still need to make my tribute to Yappa and decide where she's going to go on me.
c'mon january. gimmie money so i can tip rodney appropriately (cuz he never lets me pay outright)
took half a xanax last night. wooooooah i forgot how much i love that drug. good thing i only have one pill (well half a pill now). it calmed me RIGHT the fuck down too. i was feeling the Rampage Anger Monster last night so I had to kill it before it threw a table. I also have a crap ton of geodon now along with seroquel. i'd rather not take pills to chill out, and i'm getting really good at not needing them - but sometimes... sometimes the monster wins. jerk monster. pick on someone your own size.
my heart is going crazy right now, i feel like there's a snake crawling around in my chest and slapping it's tail against my breastbone. i also have three cold sores. WTF?! go away stupid jerk cold sores. and i have cramps. stupid female parts. i wish they'd just let me take them out, they don't work anyways so why tote them around to make me miserable 5 days a month?
i slipped wyl a mickey and now he's finally asleep. well, technically he slipped it to himself. and it's not a mickey finn, it's an atarax. but still, he's finally asleep. i think i gave him my insomnia.
what else can i bitch about...
oh yeah, i'm applying to a post traumatic stress disorder research lab for the spring as well as my good ol' schizophrenia lab. the person conducting the research is this tiny little asian lady who has such cute engrish, like instead of dying it's "getting died." it was so damn cute. she has a very good command of the english language for the most part, it's just the cute little engrish-isms that sneak in here and there that make her so adorable. she's trying to determine a biological link to the stages of PTSD by testing various body fluids, which is where i come in. i'll be the yucky liquid transporter, but i'll also get some direct face time with the patients which is really what i'm looking for. this is totally such a psych semester. most of my classes are psych classes and then there's the labs. add to that my own crazy and i'll be in a crazy heaven. i'm so grateful i was invited to the schizo lab fall semester. it's opened so many doors for me!!
okay, i sleep now.