Friday, February 25, 2011

TGIFF.

["gooch?" yes, marisa miller... "does this dress make me look fat? I want to look good for you when you accept your lifetime achievement award at the big dick hall of fame tonight." well, you look a little pudgy, but I bet if you throw up a couple of times on the way there, you'll be just fine. "you always know the right things to say! i love you!"

I know.
Shalom.

I think acupuncture had done, if anything, given me stress coping mechanisms. I've been twice and I seem to be able to take crazed/panicked customers with a newfound sense of calm. All week has been early morning panic calls and late day followups. And those are simply sandwiching wall to wall batshit craziness in between. Yet my need to take xanax during/after the day has all but gone away. Sure, my neck (for which I originally went to acupuncture) still hurts a bit. But I'm super mellow now. And I didn't need booze.

Although it has helped.

Have to go to work. Again. I don't know how you fuckers do this every day.

goochout.

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