My doctor said that you actually can drink on antibiotics. As long as you take it a little easy because they make you get drunk quicker. I get a terrible rash on my entire upper body if I eat rich tea biscuits. Nothing else but rich tea.
p.s. you shouldn't feel cheap cos of your ex. You're clearly just that good in bed.
I had chicken pox one sommer at 21 and it was really hard. I know how down it can m,ake you feel.
Hope you get better soon. You`ll feel better about the boyeventually, probably vunerable because of your illness. Those girls sound like bitches. You don`t need friends like that.
my favourite ever writings of hunter stockton thompson:
Strange memories on this nervous
night in Las Vegas.
Has it been five years? Six? It
seems like a lifetime -- the kind
of peak that never comes again.
San Francisco in the middle sixties
was a very special time and place
to be a part of. But no
explanation, no mix of words or
music or memories can touch that
sense of knowing that you were
there and alive in that corner of
time and the world. Whatever it
meant.
THERE WAS MADNESS IN ANY DIRECTION,
AT ANY HOUR... YOU COULD STRIKE
SPARKS ANYWHERE. THERE WAS A
FANTASTIC UNIVERSAL SENSE THAT
WHATEVER WE WERE DOING WAS RIGHT,
THAT WE WERE WINNING. AND THAT, I
THINK, WAS THE HANDLE -- THAT SENSE
OF INEVITABLE VICTORY OVER THE
FORCES OF OLD AND EVIL. NOT IN ANY
MEAN OR MILITARY SENSE; WE DIDN'T
NEED THAT. OUR ENERGY WOULD SIMPLY
prevail. We had all the momentum;
we were riding the crest of a high
and beautiful wave...
So now, less than five years later,
you can go up on a steep hill in
Las Vegas and look west, and with
the right kind of eyes you can
almost see the high water mark --
that place where the wave finally
broke and rolled back.
it brings fucking tears to my eyes. i fucking loved that guy.
and i hope when i wrote to him, he read my letter.
as i wrote to him saying thank you for inspiring me to read and helping my dyslexia and inspiring me to persue my dreams.
he was my god damn hero and i only hope he didnt kill himself, as he was stronger than that.
Thanks, sweetheart, for your comforting message. I just heard it tonight and it made me want to drown myself in tears. You picked one of the most euphoric passages, that made a few tears come. luckily.
After Kerouac and Burroughs he gave me hope, though it has been some time that I read him. But there is no place for shamans and word-wizards in this police-controlled, money and power sick world anymore, I fear.
You keep yourself together, you hear! After such a terrible weekend, it couldn't have happened at a worse time for you.
Problem with allergies is, that it takes time to find out, what you react on. That doesn't help you now, I know, but I needed to say it.
Your ex is a major dick, that doesn't deserve you. Fuck him and fuck your friends for getting drunk on your money.
You deserve better and you will get it. Just give it a little time, ok?
As for me, I am getting very stoned on LSD in remembrance of Hunter and drive the rest of the night away. Maybe go to the woods. They are beautiful at night..
A big embrace and all my love.
Cheers for your lovely message mate. Much appreciated. I`ll be ok i`m sure, just not feeling good about everything today, and work load is piling up and noone fucking appreciates me at work.
