welcome to the fallout
Feb. 11th, 2005 08:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I hate my brother. I hate, hate, hate him. He's also the main reason I really can't wrap my head around people who spend so much of their life stoned.
I've had a headache for the last... week. Go back, I'm sure every day I mention it. Sometimes numerous times. Of all health issues, headaches are my special cross. Some people puke easily, some people hear bells where there are none, some people live in perpetual agony though modern science says, "dude, nothing wrong." Whatever. We're talking about me here. Headaches. I hate them. I'm used to them, but after awhile your headache can only last so long before you kill someone. It should be a medical fact. With me? Kay.
Whenever the boy cranks up the crackden in his quest to bake what's left of his braincells, my head begins to pound. Reason #620 I just don't see me joining him in the crackden. If it's this much fun from the sidelines, keep me outta the game would you? Bah.
My headache finally died a fun death yesterday during my nap. I woke up pain free. I nearly cried I was so happy. I went to work and my headache stayed away most of the night [it only twinged when I bent over and stood up super fast] I got in the car and by the time I walk in the front door, I have a raging fucking headache again.
The boy is not to let the crackden spill into the fucking car. *screams*
For the most part, I don't give a damn what people do on their own time, but most of the stoned I know drive me insane. Stupid shit happens and they just don't get why I have no sympathy. "And then the car, it's like, whoa, it just lurched into the nearest tree!" You stupid shit, of course the car went towards the nearest tree. You can't even look at the wall for two seconds without twitching yourself into a new time zone. You really think piling three other likeminded nutjobs into a car and setting off is a brilliant idea?
And then certain people wonder why I tend to be an uptight bitch about them getting high. You dumbass, on a good day you cheat death like... three times. When your brain is fried the number tends to double, unless you're around other people and then I can't count that high. I worry because you've got a death wish you seem incapable of actually copping to.
But I refuse to tell him that, or any of the same sort of people that, because, well, that's how I am.
No idea where the hell that came from. o_O Ignore me, please. Thank you.
Happy. Think... happy. Reading one of the books Heidi sent me. :D I'm just still in hyper happy [when I think about it] that she managed to find quite a few I never saw in the store, and have obviously never read. *hugs*
So happy.
The Girls Meet Fanatica because I'm too lazy to post it here.
Cold. *yawns* I'm off to hunt down some grub. Love and bitching.
I've had a headache for the last... week. Go back, I'm sure every day I mention it. Sometimes numerous times. Of all health issues, headaches are my special cross. Some people puke easily, some people hear bells where there are none, some people live in perpetual agony though modern science says, "dude, nothing wrong." Whatever. We're talking about me here. Headaches. I hate them. I'm used to them, but after awhile your headache can only last so long before you kill someone. It should be a medical fact. With me? Kay.
Whenever the boy cranks up the crackden in his quest to bake what's left of his braincells, my head begins to pound. Reason #620 I just don't see me joining him in the crackden. If it's this much fun from the sidelines, keep me outta the game would you? Bah.
My headache finally died a fun death yesterday during my nap. I woke up pain free. I nearly cried I was so happy. I went to work and my headache stayed away most of the night [it only twinged when I bent over and stood up super fast] I got in the car and by the time I walk in the front door, I have a raging fucking headache again.
The boy is not to let the crackden spill into the fucking car. *screams*
For the most part, I don't give a damn what people do on their own time, but most of the stoned I know drive me insane. Stupid shit happens and they just don't get why I have no sympathy. "And then the car, it's like, whoa, it just lurched into the nearest tree!" You stupid shit, of course the car went towards the nearest tree. You can't even look at the wall for two seconds without twitching yourself into a new time zone. You really think piling three other likeminded nutjobs into a car and setting off is a brilliant idea?
And then certain people wonder why I tend to be an uptight bitch about them getting high. You dumbass, on a good day you cheat death like... three times. When your brain is fried the number tends to double, unless you're around other people and then I can't count that high. I worry because you've got a death wish you seem incapable of actually copping to.
But I refuse to tell him that, or any of the same sort of people that, because, well, that's how I am.
No idea where the hell that came from. o_O Ignore me, please. Thank you.
Happy. Think... happy. Reading one of the books Heidi sent me. :D I'm just still in hyper happy [when I think about it] that she managed to find quite a few I never saw in the store, and have obviously never read. *hugs*
So happy.
The Girls Meet Fanatica because I'm too lazy to post it here.
Cold. *yawns* I'm off to hunt down some grub. Love and bitching.
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Date: 2005-02-11 02:00 pm (UTC)Welcome to my hell. LoL!
P.S. Ya know what I hate the most about stoners? They actually justify smoking pot because they say it's safer to drive stoned than drunk. These are the people I just want to punch. I'm like, "you shouldn't be driving under the influence of EITHER, you stupid fuckwad! You're IMPAIRED! I know you're stoned, like, ALL the time, but how does that not register with the few brain cells you have left?" Gah! Some people SO would not pass the test to stay alive if I ruled the world. LOL!
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Date: 2005-02-11 04:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-02-12 04:08 am (UTC)