bionicfemme

So I dealt with it all by getting so drunk I fell down a flight of stairs.

Excellent. I felt nothing. Maybe a dull pain in my right arm. I need to go to bed. I have work tomorrow, they're going to test me on how happy I can pretend to be, how well I can fake being sweet to people when I hate my life.

At the first bar I went to, I was sitting there peacefully and a man came up to me and said, "How ya doin?" and I said "Alright." He said:

"Do you have a sense of humor? You are fucked up, emotional, and neurotic. And your life is never going to change."

I laughed and said, "You're a funny man." It was random. Who would have known he was a shaman?

Slammed down my glass. Went to another bar. Wasted the whole night flirting with a girl who cuddled me for three hours and said she was straight. Some guy tried to hook me up with his friend "Rebecca" who looked absolutely disgusted with me when he led me to her.

So then I fell down the flight of stairs.

And I felt nothing.