There should be an unwritten rule that one ought not be allowed near the keyboard once one has ingested a couple of tramadol, a few valium, some endep, a couple of digesic and, upon realizing they’re not working (hard for her money, so hard for it, honey), some morphine hydrochloride before dinner. 😐 It seems unwise to be allowed to screen dump stuff from my head uncensored by my habitual circumspect perspicacity… perspicacity? Did I just make that up? Probably makes no sense. Oh well… so long as I know what I mean that will have to do for now.
I am fairly confident I wont have any recall (Angel) in the morning (Angel, just kiss my cheek before you leave me, baby) of what I post here tonight… but when you’re high (as a kite and I just might stop to check you out) you really don’t care. And yup. I am feeling kinda out of it about now but at least the pain has gone away (gone away, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) for the time being.
I’ve had a pretty shit week all up. The physio hurts (so good, c’mon baby make it hurt so good) a lot, and even though I know the more pain I can put up with while I am there, the more mobility I’ll get later . I on so many drugs it’s hard to figure out which if any are providing any benefit. I am just so sick (Sick! Of! Yoouuu! I’m so sick, so sick of you!) of it. It feels like it’s a never ending (storrree… whoa whoa whoa whoa) cycle of pain and bullshit. We’re not in Kansas anymore Caesar.
The real question is – can anyone truly sympathize with my dry mouthedness??? I need (a lover that won’t drive me crazy) a frozen Coke. Yes… one of those would be good but it’s just a bandaid. Everybody (wants to rule the world) tries to understand, but no one seems to really know what it’s like to have to live like this. I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch (I’m a tease, I’m a goddess on my knees) but I find it hard to be tolerant when I’m in pain and every little thing (she does is magic, every thing she do just turns me on) inexplicably pisses me off. It’s the little things in life that are often the … oh fuck that shit… it’s the little things in life that drive you (home tonight, whose gonna drive you home tonight?) up the fucking wall.
Suck it up princess 😐 (Peanut butter! Peanut butter! Ooh! Crunch! Ahh!)
Why is ‘anthropomorphism’ going through my head?
There really should be at least seven to a page.
I’ve got to stop chewing my lips.