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Wednesday, January 8th, 2014

Today is the third day of my super-strickt diet and I’ve never ever evarrr craved bread so badly. Seriously. I actually sniffed my husband’s bread and nearly weeped.

But I will be strong. It will be easier after like two more days, I suppose.

Also today I got my septum pierced and MY FUCKING GOD it hurt like nothing else. Jesus fucking christ why does a human being do such things to self? My nose is kinda sore-ish at the moment, but it’s nothing that I couldn’t handle. It’s just that at times it stings, because hello, it’s a wound and -there’s no getting around it- snot is salty and that’s not a nice combination. Ow. Ow ow ow.

But I think I’m liking it. Yes. The piercing, not the stings, mind you.


Friday, December 20th, 2013

This is just wrong.

I’ve been sleeping for 1,5 hours last night, three hours the night before and almost four (tho in two parts) the night before that. I’ve been doing a fuckton of stuff during these days and I still don’t feel particularly tired. Well, I am tired, in a sense that I’m in a sort of a buzz, but not like I’d be wanting to get to bed or anything. I’ve got a shitload to do today too, so I really even can’t. I need to clean the house as there are people coming over on Saturday. And I need to sort out what I need from the shops if I mean to serve something to eat.

I should be also making new headers for other parts of this domain. But they can wait. Like a minute or two. First the cleaning.

I shall pop open the telly and see the news. But first I need to watch Hiddleston’s visit on the Chatty Man for the tenthousanth and fourth time.

But a cuppa first.

No wait, hang on…

Shit wank fuck

Tuesday, August 20th, 2013

My credit card has been hijacked. Luckily I was able to spot like immediately one large and one small amount on my card balance sheet that I absolutely have nothing to do with. This is just the right time for this kind of shit, seeing as I’ve slept three and a half hours last night in two parts. Absolutely fucking marvellous. Also I have like zero extra money and two hundred freaking quid on my credit card is a big fucking deal. Let’s just hope that I can get them back as reclaims. Fuck. Now I need to get a new card, as I’ve killed the one hijacked, and when I get my hands on the new one, start emailing companies about my preorders. Ugh. I have like tons of shit on preorder, like action figures and a few books.

You have no idea how much this pisses me off.

On the bright side, I don’t feel like sleeping and I’ve lost like eight pounds. In a week. Yay me. Pounds as in units of mass, not units of currency. I’ve appeared to have lost a quite a bit more in units of currency for fuck’s sake this made me mad again. Ugh.

So unfair

Wednesday, July 3rd, 2013

You guys I have been waiting for an appointment with a proper shrink since god knows when, like maybe since March? I had an appointment on May 15th, but she got ill and I talked to two other people that are a part of “my team” of nurses and shit, you know. So on that appointment, May the 15th, they said that they’ll put me on a queue to get to see a psychiatrist, because I wasn’t in sort of a good way then. Nor am I now, to tell you the truth, but I digress. Anyway, TODAY I got a letter saying that I’ve been booked a time with A NEW shrink, and the time is on the 13th of motherfucking September. September! That’s like… two months from now!

Sometimes I just don’t know what even.


Wednesday, March 20th, 2013

This is just fucking awesome. My application for health coverage for the looney pills got turned down, which means I’ve forked up 200€ for medication, WHICH ISN’T SUITABLE, AS THIS ONE WASN’T EITHER. I’ve got a shitton of medication in my Cupboard of Plenty which I haven’t taken and which I will not take, as AGAIN the pills turned out to be not right. They made me so tired I couldn’t function. No really, I was thisclose to falling asleep on the wheel on my way to work (this happened numerous times) and I’ve fucked up shit I’ve done before noon at work.

I told the shrink that I’m willing to try without medication for a change. I’m piss poor at the moment and I simply can’t afford to buy any more medication that might not work. Also the one the shrink was trying to sell me is such that I have to pop in for blood tests like every month at the beginning to check for tons of blood shit and kidneys and heart and what have you. No fucking thank you. Not now. Probably not ever.

I’m a mess with the drugs and without them. Fuck.