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Dec. 7th, 2009
I don't like this new pill. Ugh. Hate. Emotions. Hate that achey feeling in my chest. Hate them & want them to die, stabby stabby stabby.
Somewhere on the 'net, while shopping for a digital signature collection device (also know as those backlit electronic pads you sign on for your credit card purchases at fine retail establishments everywhere), in one of the site sidebars was a picture of a pit bull whose teeth were all exposed because its lips had been chewed off by other dogs, and whose nose was also missing. There I was in my little grey-walled cubicle of solitude and I started weeping. The other day we were in Best Buy, getting Rob's new computer & we were standing in the home theater room, and some incredibly intense and graphic movie about some older war or battle was on one of the tvs. There were guys coming into an infirmary, covered in burns from oil fires, covered in oil, bleeding, crying, dying, the infirmary was running out of morphine and supplies, so one of the nurses was going around marking the guys coming in as to who they could save, and who they would just give morphine to until they bled out. I had to get the Hel out of there because the waterworks started, and I started getting something akin to an anxiety attack.
Yes, it stopped the bleeding (fucking finally), I've already lost weight, my face is getting a little less masculine around the edges... but at the cost of my demeanor and grace under fire. These new pills also give me ferocious heartburn. That, and I am fucking freezing my ass off.
Somewhere on the 'net, while shopping for a digital signature collection device (also know as those backlit electronic pads you sign on for your credit card purchases at fine retail establishments everywhere), in one of the site sidebars was a picture of a pit bull whose teeth were all exposed because its lips had been chewed off by other dogs, and whose nose was also missing. There I was in my little grey-walled cubicle of solitude and I started weeping. The other day we were in Best Buy, getting Rob's new computer & we were standing in the home theater room, and some incredibly intense and graphic movie about some older war or battle was on one of the tvs. There were guys coming into an infirmary, covered in burns from oil fires, covered in oil, bleeding, crying, dying, the infirmary was running out of morphine and supplies, so one of the nurses was going around marking the guys coming in as to who they could save, and who they would just give morphine to until they bled out. I had to get the Hel out of there because the waterworks started, and I started getting something akin to an anxiety attack.
Yes, it stopped the bleeding (fucking finally), I've already lost weight, my face is getting a little less masculine around the edges... but at the cost of my demeanor and grace under fire. These new pills also give me ferocious heartburn. That, and I am fucking freezing my ass off.