So, I got an internship. Not telling with who or what or when [or how much I’m getting paid], but it’s with a comic book company, and I’ve never been so thankful in my life. I learned of the internship the night before I left, and I started crying, and blah, everything was overshadowed by the runaway.
I don’t mean to sound bitter. I’m not selfish or vindictive [oh, wait…]. I’m human above all else.
Today I woke up at 10:30am [thank you, phone alarm], then fell back asleep for two more hours. I ended up taking two Benadryl pills last night, because I started having another infamous allergic reaction. Right when I get home. Damn it, I don’t wanna spend another night in the ER [it’s horrible if you’ve gone in more the once, which I have].
Oh, in Safeway I was next in line to a meth addict. It’s alarming, my gaydar isn’t even that strong [then again, Gays don’t always flaunt their sexuality like druggies flaunt their addiction, unconsciously or not].
The man looked pre-aged, unhealthily skinny, and had ratty greasy hair. He was buying a large tub of OxiClean and had a bag of coffee cups with him. I was fascinated and revolted by his very existence, as I don’t like drug addicts [that’s no secret, I guess]. Anyway, the man was erratic and couldn’t put whole sentences together. I knew the only reason he kept looking around was if the police were going to pop up from an aisle.
Finally, the meth-head left in a rush and I paid for my items. Nothing surprises me anymore.
I planned on going to the mall right after I put the food away, but the lack of coffee and fighting off an allergic reaction [WHICH HAS NOT LEFT, MIND YOU] made me lightheaded. So.
I made dinner early and put it in the fridge.
I’m going supplies shopping tomorrow, and boy, YAY FOR NEW SKETCHBOOKS. Also picking up flowers for my landlady and a gift-card for my roommate.
On another note, my allergic reaction caused the skin underneath my chin to swell, so all last night I was afraid I was going to suffocate or something. “Looks like you got punched in the throat,” in the words of a good friend
Does my life suck sometimes or what?
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