lilgirliebitch

Lets see. Yeah. Went out last night with my bestest friend in the world. We drank a few pitchers and some radomn pints. She was trashed...I was just buzzing as usual...damn alcoholic. She told me how she and bryan had talked about marriage. OMG that is so scary, she is my best friend, we are just kids! She can't get married, that means we are groing up. I mean I have other friends that have gotten married but she is my BEST FRIEND that I have had since high school. I was informed that if it all went through right I would be the maid of honor and no I could not wear a hoodie and jeans to the wedding OR the reception. O well. After that the talk degenerated to random crap and loud laughing. A guy I had this major crush on and semi-relationship with walked in with his new gf at one point. I felt absolutely no jealousy. He is SOOOOO not the kind of person I need in my life, more happiness to him in his life.
So I got my tits stabbed last night. Again it hurt like holy god (o yeah, who is a wimp). I also got my work inked. I now have "and" between my boobs. Little need to say that when I went out to drink last night my chest hurt like hell. I kept holding my chest cause that took the pressure off and it became very funny the drunker we got. Either way I love it. Ink and metal is so pretty. Im glad I live in an age when I can experience them.
Since the doc put me on wellbutrin the other day I am feeling so different. MUCHO improvement. The effexor made me feel better. The focalin gave me energy, but this as made me motivated. I don't know. I am sleeping better, feeling better, getting a hell of a lot more work done than usual. I don't know whether to attribute it to the medicine, me, or both and I am not going to try. I am just going to take it and run with it.