if it weren't for the debauchery, my life wouldn't be worth the stress... so i guess i lied. my life isn't pure debauchery, just accented necessarily with it. the debauchery is the one thing that isn't stressful about my life right now and it never causes me stress either. it makes the stress worth tolerating.
last week was the worst week i have had in as long as i can remember, but i threw myself a one woman pity party last night and am, more or less, over it and looking forward to not repeating it any time soon. stress up to my eye balls i am well versed in dealing with, but last week was just not cool.
this week started in with sleeping very late and shopping therapy with my very best friend. nonetheless, my jaw still hurts from grinding my teeth and i now am the proud owner of a permanent brow crease. goddammit
last week was the worst week i have had in as long as i can remember, but i threw myself a one woman pity party last night and am, more or less, over it and looking forward to not repeating it any time soon. stress up to my eye balls i am well versed in dealing with, but last week was just not cool.
this week started in with sleeping very late and shopping therapy with my very best friend. nonetheless, my jaw still hurts from grinding my teeth and i now am the proud owner of a permanent brow crease. goddammit
just nomore chewing on string.
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