My brother is being a total dickweed. It’s almost 130 and he is blasting some show from his computer I asked him like three times to turn it down, I can’t stand it. I’m really tired. I should be it’s 1am for Christ’s sake.
He told me to put my headphones in and to fuck off. That’s okay, just wait. I can be the biggest bitch when I want to be. But for now I am smothering a pillow over my face, just leaving enough room for my nose and put my CPAP. Drown his computer out with my tv.
I saw an old friend of mine on Instagram. Our friendship ended rather acriomoniously or however you spell it. In high school. I figured, why not take a walk down memory lane. I requested her, her feed was private and she okayed me and started following me back, so I tried facebook and she added me there too! We started talking and it was so nice. No drama, just two adults talking to one another. She has a husband and three adorable little girls. They look just like her! I am so glad that I decided to try and start a friendship again. I can’t wait to get to know her better now.
Mom went grocery shopping today and got all the ingredients for me to make a beautiful and delicious salad. I call it a “Dori salad” because that’s what my daddy called it. Everyone who has tasted my salad has loved it. This recipe is for what I like. Feel free to modify it to your liking.
Washed iceberg lettuce
Chicken (sometimes I use ham)
Salt and pepper (to your liking)
Dressing of your choice.
“Only in America can you be pro-death penalty, pro-war, pro-unmanned drone bombs, pro-nuclear weapons, pro-guns, pro-torture, pro-land mines, and still call yourself ‘pro-life.’”—John Fuegelsang (via explore-everywhere)
Usually absolutely nothing. If I’m on the rag, nothing but panties. But if I get too cold, I will throw on a t-shirt. But normally I really want to be as comfy as possible and that really can only happen in your birthday suit.
First time I have ever said this to anyone. And I do wear sleep/loungey stuff when I am downstairs. If I don’t have to get up to go anywhere, I sure as shit will not get all dressed up, so I wear sleep pants and a tank or t-shirt.
I don’t know why I felt compelled to post this anywhere, it is really only blog worthy, because it’s a frickin’ online diary. I have handwritten ones as well. But typing is just, well it doesn’t wear your your arm out as much as a pen does.
Random thought number: 56738374937 coming to you straight from the ole noodle. Back to our regularly scheduled program.
I have been so erratic and emotional lately. First off my prescriptions didn’t come via mail, like they were supposed to. So I was out of Wellbutrin for a week, then they didn’t send out my seroquel. So I was on edge. When I saw my doctor last week, he decided to prescribe me Lexapro, he said it was much stronger than another med I was on, Celexa. I am just having to get used to it. I love you all.