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Ok over my anxiety attack thanks to my klonopins, psychic, old hockey coach, nikonphoto80, and Karla.

I am going to that wedding and I am going to get smashed off free booze and eat cake and have a good time if it kills me.

Everything is going to be ok, I have to make this my mantra.

P.S. My psychic says I will get that job I am interviewing for next week, clients will pick up, Dumbass and I will get back together, and I'll be meeting some new guys soon that are not schmucks, so I may have options if I care to take them. If they are hot, tattooed, cuddly, and don't yell at me and treat me like I'm retarded and play stupid games, I am all over that shit.

Gonna have fun. Yes I am. Gonna make it through today. And my mission is to make Dumbass think I am dead for the next week.

Wish me luck, and if anyone wants to get drinks with me or hang out and see a movie or eat a bunch of caramels or go to the gym and just help keep me out of the house and busy, please feel free to hit me up. I will love you forever.

Thanks in advance,

Me.