listen, i know right underneath this post are 2 very long ones of varying degrees of interesting-ness. HOWEVER, before you get down to those i have to live you a link to tuesday's dooce, because she fucking rocks my world. sure, i love her cause she's the funniest blogger on the planet, along with being an exmormon and having a cute baby. but she has the BEST desriptor of psyc drugs: "Prozac is working so well for me that I don’t want to go poking around in something that is delicate to the touch and will most likely explode when poked." oh, it's so true! that's why i can't afford at this point in my life to fool around with them! and when i see the horrors nan goes through, with people poking her from all angles, trying to stop her oozing. ugh.
also, how can i not quote this? what not depressed is like: "Besides, I don’t feel hopeless right now, and for anyone who hasn’t ever felt that deep, lonely ache of complete hopelessness, not feeling it feels like a present of chocolate orgasms under the Christmas tree with your name on it. That good."
ok, i admit it. i only read the blogs of those who comment on mine. except for dooce. she'll never know i exist, but i'll still always read her.
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