I'm itchy as hell right now, but could go for some milano cookies like you wouldn't believe. I must be the only user ever that gets hungry on opiates. I just ate a crossaint with smoked gouda and would very much like some pineapple soda.
My mother was very sweet today. I got home from work, walked into my bedroom, and saw this incredible painting resting against the couch in my room. It's aprox four feet by four feet, white canvas with awesome rorshach inkblots on it. Kind of creepy, definitely my style. It was very nice of her, and it feels bon to be on good terms with her again.
Josh's birthday is on Thurs, but I am not in the mood to celebrate. I keep thinking about how he forgot about my birthday and hasn't bought something for me or even DONE anything sweet for me in months and months. The last thing I remember him buying me was a balloon last V-Day. He hasn't done anything legitimately sweet in about just as long.
He tells me, "You get paranoid and think I dont care about you because we dont make love 24/7." Thats not true, I just see the evidence of him not even giving a fucking inch of a try. He buys comic books for himself all the time. My friend's boyfriend bought me a rose the other night and I was again reminded of how Josh has NEVER done something like that for me.
Fuck his birthday.
Here are some pictures of me drunk with coworkers the other night, fatter than ever, but I am high too often these days to even care:
brandy, me, sendel
me & anna
stephani & me