The scent of cat pee is making me ill. I think one of my glorious kitties got it in thier head to squeeze behind the computer desk and mark a spot. Its really quite disgusting. It's making my internet experience less enjoyale than it already was today.. ha.
So..My freidn came to visit me at work today. She used to be a huge drug addict.. she used to be all really pretty and popular and party girl. Its not that she isnt pretty now.. she jsut looks sad.. She looks kinda forlorn.. Distant. She found out her heart is screwed up.. and soemthing happened to make blood clot her lungs. Its really upsetting. She has to wear an oxygen tank around with her.. She has to wear a medicine pack. She just had a Dr visit about transplants.. and how if she gets a transplant.. the longest anyone has lived on a new heart and lungs set is 7 years. Its jsut a very depressing topic. It makes me rethink my own mortality and that of my loved ones. I feel badly for my grandmother.. who had to watch so many people she loved die around her. God.. I dont think im strong enough for that. After My friend left.. I checked the newspaper. Tehre was a huge article about this girl who used to coem into the shop. She was 15, and had cancer really badly. Her mother and her came in to plan out/design a tattoo for her mother of her name. She died a few days ago.. Thats really sad. I cant imagine how upset her family must be..
In a week or two the tattoo convention of NH is comming up. It stresses me out. I mean.. its a realatively safe convention.. not too crazy.. but.. man. Jsut the crowds.. the stress of the setup.. the work involved.. Its jsut too much sometimes..
Im seriously a hermit.
Anyway.. Since this is a pretty negative sounding journal.. I might as well talk about my terrible dream.
I cant recall too much of it.. But It was this huge building.. And I was with this boy I know. We were kinda fighting over something. It was frustrating.. But it was a huge building. And one of my friends got turned into a giant spider/robot. And it was smashing out the floors and killign everyone. So everyone was forced to go higher.. but it was a trap. So we were running up halls and trying to climb through secret ways.. and we kept goign higher.. even though we knew it was jsut a way to trap everyone together. And we kapt trying to express ourselves to each other.. but we couldnt communicate our feelings. So we both jsut felt frustrated and unhappy. I think we figured out soem secret passageway. But I jsut remembr seeing the friend turned spider killing lots of people. Crappy dream.
Anyway.. I think im gettign sick.
So..My freidn came to visit me at work today. She used to be a huge drug addict.. she used to be all really pretty and popular and party girl. Its not that she isnt pretty now.. she jsut looks sad.. She looks kinda forlorn.. Distant. She found out her heart is screwed up.. and soemthing happened to make blood clot her lungs. Its really upsetting. She has to wear an oxygen tank around with her.. She has to wear a medicine pack. She just had a Dr visit about transplants.. and how if she gets a transplant.. the longest anyone has lived on a new heart and lungs set is 7 years. Its jsut a very depressing topic. It makes me rethink my own mortality and that of my loved ones. I feel badly for my grandmother.. who had to watch so many people she loved die around her. God.. I dont think im strong enough for that. After My friend left.. I checked the newspaper. Tehre was a huge article about this girl who used to coem into the shop. She was 15, and had cancer really badly. Her mother and her came in to plan out/design a tattoo for her mother of her name. She died a few days ago.. Thats really sad. I cant imagine how upset her family must be..
In a week or two the tattoo convention of NH is comming up. It stresses me out. I mean.. its a realatively safe convention.. not too crazy.. but.. man. Jsut the crowds.. the stress of the setup.. the work involved.. Its jsut too much sometimes..
Im seriously a hermit.
Anyway.. Since this is a pretty negative sounding journal.. I might as well talk about my terrible dream.
I cant recall too much of it.. But It was this huge building.. And I was with this boy I know. We were kinda fighting over something. It was frustrating.. But it was a huge building. And one of my friends got turned into a giant spider/robot. And it was smashing out the floors and killign everyone. So everyone was forced to go higher.. but it was a trap. So we were running up halls and trying to climb through secret ways.. and we kept goign higher.. even though we knew it was jsut a way to trap everyone together. And we kapt trying to express ourselves to each other.. but we couldnt communicate our feelings. So we both jsut felt frustrated and unhappy. I think we figured out soem secret passageway. But I jsut remembr seeing the friend turned spider killing lots of people. Crappy dream.
Anyway.. I think im gettign sick.
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Andy's one of the most awesome kids i know. I knew him from back in NY, and then when i moved to N.O. i found out that he lived there too. Have you seen him recently? I know he left N.O. well before the storm, but i have no idea where he went to (As usual)