bluvelvet

The bag of ice is cold, but so helpful.

The valium and vicoden slowly ooze into my being, taking care of what ever the ice isn't able to deal with, and putting a little extra space between me and whatever i am thinking.

Story of my life comes on the radio.

One of these days i am going to have to stop being broken. Not sure exactly how to work that one out.

I have spent the last five days dealing with my extended family. They have all finally gotten on board with the huge life change that i have been planning for the last couple months. However, i think that plan is gonna change, for a couple of reasons.

One is the same real world bullshit that i have allowed to plague me since i was eighteen and i was given a line of credit.

The other reason is a horse of a different color. Completely. For reasons i can just barely fathom yet am completely sure of, i think that i may change my future local back to my ideal first one.

Speaking of ideal, eh, i digress. That is a different tale for a different day. Have no fear, I believe there will be a happy ending.

Yummmmmm, i can feel my pain being killed as i sit here and type. perhaps i should go.