*sigh*
you can always count on tumblr for comic relief
Still in a deep, dark, decidedly not good place…
Jimmy the Pimp is pushing hard to find me my next job.
I’m glad he is, because firing up a computer to do nothing more than read fan fic is proving difficult right now.
Do you think NHES will forgive me for not looking for work this week? I’m so emotionally ill, it’s carried over, and now I’m physically ill.
You know those anti-depressant commercials on TV?
NOT written by the clinically, seriously, honest-to-Dog-I wouldn’t-wish-this-on-ANYONE, depressed.
Shit, I’m so far down in the dumps that just the IDEA of moving at all hurts.
You know how you get the flu and get all achy and miserable? I don’t know about others, but, dude, even my hair hurts. MY HAIR.
I’m going to knitting tonight, despite the fact that leaving the house is the very last thing I want to do, particularly for that reason.
If I don’t force myself, I can’t get past this point. No drugs can compete with this and win.
I know.
I’ve tried.
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In other news…
On Saturday, Silent P jokingly took offense to being called Silent P… I took a look at the contacts in my phone and am seriously considering sending him the following list.
I have people in my phone named Bear, Boski, Bipolar Bro, C-Rollz, Cute Printer Boy, D, DJ D, Drug Dealer, Duke of Stud, Fingers, FNFTF, Football Boyfriend, Jimmy the Pimp, Little Bro, Maxon, Orion, Rothie, Skinny, Soup, Sprout, Stellen (f), Stellen (m), The Chicken is Boba Fett, Umbatu X Jaboba, and Zop.
I used to have someone named “Carlos Spicyweiner” in there, too, but, uh, we broke up. Again. Maybe I’ll find someone else I can use that for… eventually.
If I ever lose my phone, I feel sorry for the person that finds it. They’re not going to have ANY idea who these people are.
Yeah, I should probably use the real names in my contact list, but I’m the one that has to look at them on a daily basis and I LIKE seeing the crazy names. They crack me up.
And honestly, at this point, I’m going to do whatever the fuck I have to do to keep smiling, even if 90% of them are fake.