Kiki thought it would be fun to chew on an Advil gel cap she found.
Guess how that turned out! Go on, guess!
(hint: it was not fun.)
Tracey talked me through inducing vomiting with hydrogen peroxide and held my hand while I cried and freaked out and made horrific spelling errors via text. TJ commiserated and made jokes about cats these days. Kiki is pissed off, but fine.
“If I had a gun near me, at times like this, I would blow my brains out, right away. What do I do instead? Usually before the time is up, 3–4 hours after the first portion, I take the next one. This usually gives euphoric feelings lasting 20–30 minutes, followed by the most miserable, pitiful low, during which: 1. All human endeavors, industriousness, diligence, work, seem to be ridiculous and only hate-provoking. 2. All talk is tiring and stupid. 3. All plans are unrealizable and terrible. 4. All great, beautiful, and noble things are unattainable and futile. At times like this I smoke one cigarette after another until I no longer feel the taste of the smoke. I eat oranges till I get tired of them. Disgusted, I play the piano. I wash. Visit Olga. Find life insufferable.”—Opium and Other Stories - Géza Csáth
He carried my bags to the door and I'd already paid him and tipped him really well and he held out his hand like he wanted to shake hands and I did and he pulled me into a hug and grabbed a boob and tried to kiss me but I wouldn't turn my head and he finally let go
and I said “OKAY THANK YOU OKAY HAVE A GOOD NIGHT OKAY GOODBYE NOW” and fuck that because I DO NOT THANK YOU NOR DO I WANT YOU TO HAVE A GOOD NIGHT SIR
“Oh, that’s a state-run program. Tobe Hooper organized the Unsettle America initiative and staffed it with extras from the chainsaw massacre movies.”—yhf, explaining why the people at Indiana rest stops are so fucking scary