HTTP://WWW.THELAUGHINGBIRD.COM

So please, adjust your links, and start just going there.

If this does not help, or people are lazy, I will end up having to purchase a redirect.

$12 I COULD SPEND ON SOMETHING WAY COOLER!!

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It’s been a good run.

“Tsunami” in Santa Cruz, California.

Today is Friday and that’s my PayDay. Those are two very important facts. I never work on Friday’s. Mike always does. What that means I do not have a vehicle. Again, I apologize, I’m skipping. Let me just tell you about my day!

I woke up around 10:30 feeling completely refreshed. Holy crap! I think to myself, I’m finally getting used to my meds! Finally!! Then I make food, prepare to take my antibiotics and realize I didn’t take any last night. Aha! So that explains it! Now I most definitely am not drinking on St. Patrick’s day. The Best day. TEH BEST DAY!

I take my medication then make myself some chinese food left overs from dinner last night. Yeah, I’m healthy. Then proceed to feel horrible for the next few hours. I go back and forth between the thoughts; Do I want to go pick up my check or Do I Not want to pick up my check?

I say screw it, put on my bowling shoes and depart.

I walk the half mile to my bus stop. Same ol’ same ol’. I’m standing at my bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive. I always get there early because once in a while my bus is early and that is fantastic. Two men come walking up the hill laughing and talking loudly and when they get to the bus stop one looks at me, stops, and says, “Well hello beautiful.”

I’m stunned, but I smile and say, “Hi there!” or something else in the same generic sphere. He immediately looks down at my bowling shoes and says, “Are you going to the lanes? Can I go? Hahaha.” I laugh and tell him these are my comfy street shoes. Etcetc. It was funny in my mind.

So I get to work. I get my check, leave and head back to the bus stop. Here is where my day gets mighty exciting. At least for me who is a glorified shut in.

I’m sitting waiting for my bus, no big deal. There are at least a dozen people around me. A bus pulls up to let people off. It’s not my bus. I’m half watching the people step off the train, half day dreaming about cashing my check, when this girl steps off the bus and makes immediate eye contact and then bee-lines toward me. This girl looks super strung out and has faded green tattoos ON HER FACE Now, I do not judge. Face tattoos? Freakin awesome, WISH I could do it. But these were like half gone, weird zig zags, I could make no pattern or even begin to build an idea about them when she asks me, “…602? .. Is .. this where .. 602 here?”

My jaw drops. My face looks like this ->  O_O

So I gesture to the sign RIGHT ABOVE MY HEAD (that says 3 to Down Town) and say, “All I know is this is for bus 3 to downtown. Sorry :\”  Okay I didn’t say the emoticon, but my face made the shape.

She then stumbles off over to the 602 area and I go back to day dreaming about $$$

I come out of my reverie and look around the bus stop to see her dealing with the cop who hangs out at the station. Then she and the officer walk over to the bus attendant and she’s just being all crazy. I know of no better way to describe her except, “All crazy.” That’s how bizarre it was.

I get on my bus, get off before my stop and walk about two blocks, down hill, to the bank I found online. Awesome. It’s open, it’s a real branch, blahblah.

So I begin my trek home. Downtown in Tacoma is very pretty. I walked through area’s I hadn’t been in before and it was enjoyable. Well, the first half was enjoyable.

Then the uphill climb came.

To be honest, I was on the verge of blacking out through most of it. Or maybe I’ve just blocked it out because it was so horrible. My left foot is seriously messed up and I think I have some kind of blister/bruise on my right foot.

I’m sorry my story was so anticlimatic. I wish I had my camra. Haha.

HAPPY FRIDAY

Goodies @ :35

1. Wake up
2. Force down food
3. Take meds with food
4. Get ready for work
5. Walk to bus
6. Get off bus
7. Walk to work
8. Work
9. Leave work
10. Inhale food
11. Take meds
12. He-Man and She-Ra
13. Sleep
14. Rinse and Repeat.

So there’s that. If I put down how many times I smoked on a work day you might be a bit disgusted with me and my list would be at like 21 steps. Haha. I miss writing! I will do more soon  once things liven up.

Sterile.

I don’t have very many images. Guh. I JUST WANT OPTIONS.

I don’t care about the capabilities of editing CSS at the moment, I just want javascript. sigh

Wait.

Let me tell you a story about today. It’s short I promise.

I walked to the bus today to get to work. It’s .4 mile away. Very quick. So I’m walking and halfway there the nausea hits me. (Thanks meds #1) and I’m like “Oh man, I do NOT need to be sick right now.” I keep walking. I’m almost puking when I get to the bus stop. WARNING GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION. You know where you’re like dry heaving but you keep your mouth closed, praying you are not going to start puking. That was me like 10 ft from my bus stop. END GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION. I stand there for maybe two minutes. Bus was early. I sit on the bus and whole time there I’m chanting to myself, “Please don’t puke, please don’t puke.” After I got used to the bus movement the nausea subsided. But then the walk between bus stop and work resulted in the same thing. Fun.

So! Today after work I got prescription #2 filled. This is the one with the gnarly alcohol side effects. Details? If I drink alcohol with it, even mouthwash, I will get projectile vomiting. Like, real life, exorcist vomiting. This Will Be Me. Enjoy that gem.

I said to the pharmacist, “Well that is just fucking great. I’m also taking ____ med. How will it react with it? Will they counter act so I’m not sick all the time?”

Her answer: Oh no, you will just be more sick from the side effects. Probably about double.

Well FUCK my life.

Yeah I’m dropping the f bomb.

Fan fucking tastic. Thanks doc. Because I went to you to fix my random once a week puking, now I get to feel like puking every minute, of every day, for two weeks.

Guh. Sometimes I just don’t want to wake up.

Oh yeah and I tried to dye my hair red and now I have red roots and black hair. Hah fucking hah. Jokes on me!

At one point I thought I was pregnant, but I peed on a stick and it said negative. Thank God.

Long story short is I was having some really bad symptoms and once I spoked to my father about it he said to me, “OH NO APPENDICITIS!!” and then I went home and googled it and was like, “OH FUCK APPENDICITIS!!!11″

So I went to the hospital.

I spent 5 hours in the hospital. I probably earned myself a whole lot of debt. For what? Well, I got “Rehydrated” via IV. I got some pain meds, but not the good kind, through IV. Got some tests and examinations done.

Right now they believe it is not appendicitis. The believe. If my symptoms persist I need to return because then they believe it is appendicitis. That’s nice.

So until then I’m on some really really gnarly antibiotics. I can’t drink with one because it has such severe side effects, and I can’t be out in sunlight with the other one. I don’t know why. Probably really horrible side effects with those too.

Oh did I mention I had to get a shot?? Yeah. A big one! It was horrible and I acted like a pansy.

Long story short (hahaha), now I’m taking Antibiotics that I’m reacting worst too than the original illness was. Sucky.

ANYWAY

So Sons of Guns is on and this guy starts talking about swords. He wants to make some machete / samurai sword crossbreed. Whatever. I figure it’ll be an over-sized Machete.

However, I find  that his argument for making it was pretty valid. Not everyone likes firearms. Some are fans of weapons that actually require knowledge and skill and all around “know how.”

Long story short, I’m one of those people. I am not a fan of firearms. I think they have their purposes. I also think that hand held weapons that are used knowledgeably and with skill are a lot more respectable.

I’ve created a Tumblr.

AND

I’ve created a DailyBooth.

Goodness.

And that used to work for me really well. But now that I’m really thinking about it, and considering buying a domain and stuff like that.. I mean, is it really that good of a name? Or to be associated with? I don’t know it’s not something I would normally be concerned about it. I can just see where some people would take it out of context and just focus on the word “Drug” as opposed to considering and thinking about the concept of being “Pretty Like Drugs.”

Though of course anyone who fixates on the idea of DRUGS without actually taking in the “big picture” probably isn’t very likely to be able to understand what makes drugs so attractive.

I don’t know.

I get it.

Now that I’ve written that all down I feel silly. Who cares if no one else gets it. I GET IT. Hah.

I am a silly girl.