Proof That My Mood Stabilizers Are Totally Effective
Let me tell you a story. A story about how my new apartment is infested with bats. And mice. And you can’t drink the water. Because it smells like rotten eggs. Well, it only smells when we have water, which is approximately 50% of the time. So, that was less of a story and more a string of sentences illustrating that I unwittingly moved into a tenement.
Honestly, my brain is barely functioning at the moment from all the STRESS and the fact that I haven’t lit this place on fire is a testament to the fact that Zoloft totally works. I’ll post more details soon (along with the winner of my blow job giveaway), but until then here is an artistic representation of what’s going on inside my head right now.
Go ahead. Light it on fire.
It’ll make you feel better
I have the same thing, except mine is weed vs urge to destroy. Whatever raises your bullshit tolerance level, is good.
ps I love bats. but not in my house, either.
Team Zoloft.
STRESS REMEDY: 1) Book plane ticket to Sacramento, CA. 2) Come to my house, drive with me to liquor store. 3) Trade anxiety drugs/liquors/bottles of wine.
See? I’m a genius! Also, my apartment has no mice, bats, rats, vermin of any sort.
well, that sucks. you are welcome to come snuggle with me anytime. bring the dog we’ll have a dog fashion show. bonus info: we have water AND sometimes it even comes out hot! wheeeeee!
ps yayee you’re back! i was simply lost without you!
xoxoxx
Ohhh don’t set it on fire!
I can see why it would be fun though, not to mention a great way to release the frustation but I hope you call someone and have it looked at. Or take care of.:(
I’m glad you’re back, and LMAO to blowjob giveaway. You always know how to crack your readers up.
In conclusion, if we take the average, lighting things on fire will solve half of your problems… Which is more than none…Did i get the math right there?
My living situation sux a bit at the mo as well.
Don’t kill yourself. Or others.
You see, what you need to do is to tame the bats. And then get them to take out the mice!
This begs the question:
Where would Stephen King’s career be right now if Drew Barrymore had used Zoloft?
Discuss.
Thank god for drugs
Huzzah for Zoloft! I didn’t take mine for three days (I ran out and the pharmacy is stupid) and I got wicked sick with the dizzies, and I wanted to stab everyone. STAB.
But I feel better today. Huzzah for Zoloft!
Lol, I can’t say that my antidepressants have kept me from lighting things on fire, but it’s possible they have and I didn’t know it. But they have probably saved me from doing other equally destructive acts.
That sucks. You know, I just wrote a different comment but then lost internet connection. I’m glad it didn’t post because the above image didn’t load and I asked you if you were going to blog the illustration.
Promise you won’t 187 anyone. You can’t blog from jail lady!
SEVEN PLUS NINE?! Jesus Christ that’s a big one!
that’s what she said.
ahem.
welcome home, my love.
also, set the place on fire.
but get renter’s insurance first.
i’m bringing wine and my fabulous self to help you watch the embers burn.
*hugs*
Damn, maybe I should try some of that. My urge to kill is constant.
oh dear. this is not good. you might possibly have it worse than me. every SINGLE time i see my landlord or think about her, i fantasize about bludgeoning her to death. for reals.
I dunno… the devily side sounds a LOT more convincing. The angel is all “probably” whereas he’s like “WHOOOO YEAH THIS’LL WORK!!!”
Oh, sorry… is that not helping?
I think the only reason you shouldn’t be setting the place on fire, is because someone might try extinguishing it using the smelly water and then you’ll just have fried bats and mice, floating around in smelly puddles. Which might attract ants and vultures (if they’re not already hanging out at your place). So my suggestion is to zap all living beings with a taser and dump scented oil down the drain.
Miss your blog face lady!
Yeah what Kristen said! since baking with plath got all healthy there’s no awesome/kinda scary but so sexy blogger representing what i am not allowed to say in front of the kids.
Hope you are okay and returning soon.
Jilly, where are ya, Love? Your public awaits! Hugsandallthathappyshit.
(edited to add: fucking math.)