Ok people you get an update, rejoyce rejoyce.
SO I have tonsilitis, again.
I came home last and my dog chewed up the free pack of antibiotics that my doc had given me for free, which sucked.
He didnt actually eat any of them, but still it kinda sucked.
I saw New Order last night for free with Karina which was fucking cool as hell. My ex Loren (Boy not girl) messaged me on myspace to let me know that he worked at Hammerstine and they were playing and he could get me in for free which was pretty fucking cool thing for an ex boyfriend to do, especially one that hate me for a hot second.
I have been out of my mind with depression for a bit, making it hard for me to actually chill with people. I really need a fucking job, any waitressing job will do, but I cant really go look until I dont sound like jaba the hut from my damn tonsil that is the size of my entire throat.
I think I really need to go to California to see my mom soon. I need really hot weather and walking around outside in a tank top. I need 70 degree nights and walks around manhatten with friends.
Le sigh.
SO I have tonsilitis, again.
I came home last and my dog chewed up the free pack of antibiotics that my doc had given me for free, which sucked.
He didnt actually eat any of them, but still it kinda sucked.
I saw New Order last night for free with Karina which was fucking cool as hell. My ex Loren (Boy not girl) messaged me on myspace to let me know that he worked at Hammerstine and they were playing and he could get me in for free which was pretty fucking cool thing for an ex boyfriend to do, especially one that hate me for a hot second.
I have been out of my mind with depression for a bit, making it hard for me to actually chill with people. I really need a fucking job, any waitressing job will do, but I cant really go look until I dont sound like jaba the hut from my damn tonsil that is the size of my entire throat.
I think I really need to go to California to see my mom soon. I need really hot weather and walking around outside in a tank top. I need 70 degree nights and walks around manhatten with friends.
Le sigh.
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name drop of the day: my ex was good friends with the slackers (marcus). I used to get smashed at his grain alcohol parties in college & at the slackers abode c. early '90s.
new order must have been amazing, lucky you! hope the depression doesn't drag you too far down & good luck finding a gig.
song: the waitresses, 'I know what boys like'
pith: anyone who says they're wise, aint.