Hey, I was the 56th suicide girl. I think. Weird. I still feel super new.

So.

I got my tongue pierced on Saturday and I absolutely hate it. I'm hungry. I can't kiss anyone. I talk like a retard. Yesterday my friend felt really bad for me and gave me some codine and I didn't realize I'd taken more than I should have (my fault entirely for forgetting that you should take food with it) until about 20 minutes later I got the I-took-too-many-pain-killers hot flash. I had to take off all my clothes and lie motionless on my bed to avoid passing out. Two minutes later, though, I realized I could no longer feel my tongue! But, of course, I had to eat too much and after taking a pretty long nap I felt kinda sick. So I went to the bathroom, and as soon as I leaned over to puke I was no longer nauseated. So I stood up to leave and as soon as I stood up I felt like puking again. This went on for about two hours until I decided it wasn't going to happen so I went back to my room and hung out for a while. After about five minutes, I nearly broke myself running to the bathroom so I could hurl. FINALLY. I felt so much better. I felt like I could fly... for about 10 minutes. Then I felt crappy again so I went to sleep. At 11:30. Man, I slept until my alarm went off around 9. It was soooo good. I would ordinarily be napping right now, but I got enough sleep last night for the first time in months. Yeah, on top of the world. Unfortunately I didn't get any work done yesterday due to, first, my drugged up state, next, my napping state, and last, my pukey state. So... maybe I won't have time to watch the fun Japanese movie tonight. They said it wouldn't be full of doom anyway. And who wants that?

No matter how far rooted in fact your opinions may be, there's always going to be some dumbass who disagrees with you. And then won't listen.