I'm not dead.

Bear events always leave me feeling fat, ugly, and totally lacking in any social skills whatsoever.

Why do I even go out to the bar? All that happens is no one talks to me, and I leave feeling fat and ugly.

I totally dyed my hair red. well, kinda auburn. pics when I get them....

Depression is, no matter how many hot men that make out with me at the bar, leaving alone and obsessing about the ones that wouldn't.

No one will ever love me and I will die alone.

Not true. But it feels like it. That's one of the many reasons why the government thinks I'm depressed enough to be considered disabled.

Fuck, it sucks.

I'm reading this VD meme that's going around... all these people in couples that moved in together less than three months after meeting... it confuses me. I'm jealous a little bit, though. I fall fast for guys and it usually scares them off. so I've learned over the years to take things really slow. I wonder what would have happened if one of the guys I fell for in the past had fallen back for me... But that never happened, so it's pointless to wonder "what if"...

Anyways, I'll stop rambling.

So, I came down with salmonella poisoning... Went to the ER today, all they could do was give me IV fluids and a prescription for antibiotics I can't afford. Yay.

I finally have internet access again.

Woot.

Also, the government approved my disability claim.

Double woot.

I am a juror in the case of What Had vs. Happened Was.