First, I will warn you that this entry will be all over the place, but that is me today
I hate chemical imbalances. I hate not being able to control how I feel. I hate when everything in my life seems pretty good, but I'm still too depressed to have the motivation to get my ass out of bed. I hate these funks that happen every so often. Why can't my brain just work like it should? Why can't I just turn the racing thoughts off? Why dont the medications really work?
Remember that desk that I was refinishing, well someone took it. That's right someone just stole it from the parking garage at my apartment. I live in a pretty nice place on the 3rd floor with a gated parking garage. The desk was being refinished in one of the many extra spaces that we have on the 3rd level of the garage. It was half stripped and I left it there while I was at work. When I got home it was gone. I talked to maintenance to see if they removed it...they said that they did not. I talked to the complex manager...she hadn't removed it and talked to her staff, who had also not removed it. I posted signs, as instructed by the apartment management, but someone promptly removed them. I posted more signs and again they were promptly removed (not by the complex management).
Who the fuck would steal a half stripped desk????? I just want it back. Now I have to go spend more money on a new desk. Money that I had not planned on spendingaarrrrggggg
My cat, Tyler, is getting better. His eye is still sensitive, but he doesn't seem to be in as much pain. He is such a trooper! The baby, Jello, has not left his side. I am treating him as well. He is bound to get it being around him so much. Meds for both of them for the next 30 days.
Tonight JW is going to get a much needed haircut and then I am going to dye his hair medium brown. He has wanted a change, but works for a very conservative newspaper. From blonde to brown should be enough to satisfy his need for change for a little while.
I wish I had a really good camera. I really want to shoot a set, but I can't seem to nail down anyone with the proper equipment.
I just sneezed really hard and my septum ring flipped down. This happened as one of my co-workers was walking by and she saw it. She actually came back and said "you do have one". I just hope she keeps it to herselfI don't need any work drama.
I hate chemical imbalances. I hate not being able to control how I feel. I hate when everything in my life seems pretty good, but I'm still too depressed to have the motivation to get my ass out of bed. I hate these funks that happen every so often. Why can't my brain just work like it should? Why can't I just turn the racing thoughts off? Why dont the medications really work?
Remember that desk that I was refinishing, well someone took it. That's right someone just stole it from the parking garage at my apartment. I live in a pretty nice place on the 3rd floor with a gated parking garage. The desk was being refinished in one of the many extra spaces that we have on the 3rd level of the garage. It was half stripped and I left it there while I was at work. When I got home it was gone. I talked to maintenance to see if they removed it...they said that they did not. I talked to the complex manager...she hadn't removed it and talked to her staff, who had also not removed it. I posted signs, as instructed by the apartment management, but someone promptly removed them. I posted more signs and again they were promptly removed (not by the complex management).
Who the fuck would steal a half stripped desk????? I just want it back. Now I have to go spend more money on a new desk. Money that I had not planned on spendingaarrrrggggg
My cat, Tyler, is getting better. His eye is still sensitive, but he doesn't seem to be in as much pain. He is such a trooper! The baby, Jello, has not left his side. I am treating him as well. He is bound to get it being around him so much. Meds for both of them for the next 30 days.
Tonight JW is going to get a much needed haircut and then I am going to dye his hair medium brown. He has wanted a change, but works for a very conservative newspaper. From blonde to brown should be enough to satisfy his need for change for a little while.
I wish I had a really good camera. I really want to shoot a set, but I can't seem to nail down anyone with the proper equipment.
I just sneezed really hard and my septum ring flipped down. This happened as one of my co-workers was walking by and she saw it. She actually came back and said "you do have one". I just hope she keeps it to herselfI don't need any work drama.
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I mean, what can you say? "Hey, I need someone to take nakie pics of me, any takers?". You get every pervert with a disposible camera within 400 miles.
Good luck, dear.