Let's just call it a "Mental Health" day.......

Maybe I should start with the timeline of yesterday. 1.) talk to father who just had to have blood transfusions in Dallas because he quit making red blood cells for a few days post-op 2.) get fired for BULLSHIT 3.) get 85 calls all tryin to cheer me up in some lame Dr. Phil manner or tell me i am bitchy 4.) have my clothes stolen out of dryer in laundry room (wear my Pixies hoodie outside tough guy. c'mon. I dare you. See what happens. Ever had almost six feet of crazy white girl whose favorite sweatshirt you are wearing come flying at you? I will take it back and put your severed head on the laundry room bulletin board as a warning to other dickwads. Dickwad.) 5.) have Jesi on the phone as I fuck with my broken window and in turn, roll my finger up in the window and smash it. I said at that point, "This hurts so bad I could cry", as I pryed my finger back out. I followed that with........crying. (Hey, ex-boss, here's a note for ya. See, #5 could be said to be "the straw that broke the camel's back." Notice how that is used. There were a series of events that led to the end breakdown. Saying that you fired me because of Friday --not my fault dude. Talk to Oakenfold[he thinks] if ya want an antagonist. He is a shit DJ anyhow. Check the numbers if ya want proof.-----and it was "the straw that broke the camel's back" when you have not said anything but good stuff for 6 months, is misusage.)

So, that was the fabulous Wednesday. Yes, drinking ensued. And today, I pleaded for an extension on my paper and skipped school and have been drunk in my apartment for 18 hours. I have reassigned my internship hours and taken today to...........get to a place where I don't feel like punching anyone in the face. Don't get me wrong, I am quite positive about where I am heading, but I can have one day of FTW, right? Even fairy princesses need a break. So, today:

1.) I slept in. Windows open, dogs and cat curled up with me. It was warm and cozy and sunny.

2.)I listened to Westside Connection and realized how much me and the boys have in common. I may not "make more deliveries than the postman", but I do like calling people bitch or a punk ass right now.

3.) I read the internet. Yep, the whole thing.(Beat you Jesi!) And I met cool people on MySpace, which I had given up on. No, the guys who want to know me and my vagina were still there, but I actually balanced normal conversation with invitations to fuck. (Does that really work? Are guys seriously getting laid off MySpace? It is kinda like the "guys in the van" porn. I find it hard to believe that girls do three guys in a van for a couple hundred bucks straight off the street. But, I could be wrong. I don't have sex, so how would I know?)

4.) I dug out my giant box of writing and blew the dust off.

5.) I made muffins.

6.) I told my Lit teacher I couldn't finish my paper due to emotional imbalance.

7.)I made up a dance to Tracy Ullman's "They Don't Know About Us" and sang along. (Don't tell my West Coast Crew, don't wanna lose street cred.)

8.) And, I drank. Lots of vodka. Vodka, it's what's for dinner.