Luxotek

feels like its 7.45p on a sunday
also feels like my desk chair needs a seatbelt for some reason

fingers crossed there was a little something extra in his pocket coming back from alaska and just like that poor reporter he's also melting painfully from the inside

you know he's for sure the dude that gets bit and doesnt tell anyone and his pride/ego delayed telling anyone till it was too late

gasp* Vampires!

i am not doing well

Mr T is still alive?

holy shit.. selling a bucket and some heat lamps and calling it an oven

fool me once shame on you
fool me twice and i'll obliterate you with nuclear weapons
-- ben 'bj' franklin

i should be changing clothes
i should be doing laundry
i should be hardwiring into the other network
i should be doing alot of things

depression go BRRRR

tell zoey to check her chat on here.. think i found it

i dont get it

oo i did a thing

I hate it here.
I hate it here.
I hate it here.
I hate it here.

spent the night under the couch with the dog

guessing i have some kind of ptsd cause the big close ones made me jump like someone sneaking up on me or slamming doors or the microwave door or someone knocking or the doorbell or someone touching me or other loud noises...

think i have a problem

its still weird and upsetting to make it thru a day expecting her to be sitting next to dad all day and she's not

the house is quiet and emptier feeling than ever

he's trying to keep busy but seems emptier than the house

still weirded out everything got thrown out so fast.

the entire second term of reagan the country was run by a candy bowl and subtle nods and baseball signals from nancy

how do all the lolcows use well guess what as their argument winner gotcha

how's this end up being something they all say
was there a meeting
cross contamination from watching the others coverage
ooo that's so good I'm gonna.. ooh guess what? damn he got him so good

like mystery of the pyramids

keep waking up and stunned that this week has been this week

horrified
surprised I survived it

this sucks
fml

God this is brutal
make it stop
I want off
stop the ride
I'm done

I got tricked onto this ride without my consent
I don't even want the refund.. just off
it's just torture at this point
God please let me off

ugh
did the injection that messes up my stomach if i eat too much

then galaxy brain me does what? eats too much..
dummy

hello trash can my old friend

theres not a single word i've ever said that i didnt later regret

red dragon mice:

not the top of the line
ok build quality
decent features
ok software

but holy shit has this one held up to the damage torture of myoclonic seizures where no name brand has

seizures slamming it into walls, floor, and my brand new epom maker TH80SE till destroyed

mouse = fine

wow

need to find someone to make calls and fill out paperwork to start my ssi/ssdi cause i can't do it

been waiting 'till i'm well enough' for 5 years to do it myself and need to stop making excuses and face facts i'm never over coming my mental issues enough to do it and being homeless needs to end

for the last however many years, just as i start to recover from what ever devastating bullshit just happened, something worse comes

was just starting to get a little movement forward from all the shit that left me homeless and alone
just in time for this to happen

fml

i was asleep when he came home from the hospital last night
he left super early to advocate for her more
all i saw was him in the cameras this morning and even just that he looked super defeated
if she's been in then he's been right by her side

i dunno how to cope
everything keeps falling apart

i start new crazy meds friday
4th switch up in 6+ months trying to find something to work

hope to god these work cause i need them more than ever
even before dads txt msg yesterday abt mom i stood and stared at that gun he left out for far too long far too many times

just stood there staring at it

radon is a character from mortal kombat right?

bet theres a cheat code if you know which version of mortal kombat your basement runs