Sunday, November 09, 2014

DR WHO

Ok, so. I'm finally getting to see Peter Capaldi's season of Dr Who from the beginning & not starting after 3 or 4 episodes.

I like him a lot.

After the Robin Hood episode and seeing how the 11th Doctor regenerated & left Clara the voice mail (had me weeping, btw) I am free to find some love in my heart for the "new" guy.

Weird how one can feel faithful to a character, right?  I guess that's why David Tennant will always be my favorite Doctor, because he was my first. Didn't hurt that he was hawt too.😉

Entyway, BAMA kicked LSU's ASS earlier so I'm on a bit of a high, LOL.

"The Comeback" marathon, the "Doctor Who" marathon & an exciting football game all in one day? Good thing Saint Susan took me to get my BP meds yesterday or I might've had a stroke.  😲

I am blogging from my bday present to me, a smart phone. This is DEFINITELY faster and easier than the damned OSK!

Doesn't mean I'll blog more, but it's better than disappearing from the Interweb completely!

Love you peeps. Mean it!

Angelika

Thursday, February 06, 2014

Visual representation of how my MS Brain works

Feeling Normal

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biously, you have to click the pictures to enlargify them...

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Wednesday, February 05, 2014

What I have done did since waking up at midnight38

Feeling Happy



Well shit, I just realized I don't know if I'm going in chronological order anymore...

So just Follow Me on Twitter to see the shit IN ORDER!

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Tuesday, February 04, 2014

My night in the ER

Feeling Normal


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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Periocic Rant

Feeling Bitchy



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Saturday, January 25, 2014

I'm Sorry vs I apologize

Feeling WhateverWhen I was 13, I learned the difference between "I'm Sorry" and "I apologize"

My mother birth giver and I were in the kitchen with our fists pulled back ready to punch.

Hey, SHE'S the one who taught me to fight back, so Bitch, if you raise your hand at ME, YOU REALLY THINK I'M NOT going to take that as my opportunity to beat the shit out of YOU FOR A CHANGE?

Anyway, she called my father & said "Come in here before I kill your daughter!"



So my dad comes in & says "Apologize for raising your hand to your mother."

I said "I'm sorry" 3 times before he said "NO YOU ARE NOT SORRY! I SAID APOLOGIZE!"

So, I said "I apologize." to the bitch.

She told me if I EVER hit her, I'd better kill her and I KNEW that if I EVER hit her I wouldn't stop until one of us was dead.

So, that's why I'm not in prison for Matricide because I believe she learned THAT DAY not to FUCKING HIT ME ANYMORE!  (After that, she'd just use her fat sumo wrestler belly trying to PROVOKE ME into hitting her.  Have I ever told you that I'm NOT A FUCKING IDIOT?)

And that's why I don't say "I'm sorry" if I don't MEAN IT.  Because most of the time I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU OR YOUR precious bitchass FEELINGS, but I will apologize because MY FATHER taught me what it meant.

And NO, I AM NOT PMSing.  Just adjusting to my new Anti-psychotic!




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Saturday, January 18, 2014

Somebody kill me . . . Pt 2


Mkay.

Had some soup.

Took a nap.

Now I'm feeling better.

Don't get me wrong, I'm STILL ready to die.

If it happens today, GREAT!

But.

I realize that I haven't yet found the right strength/prescription for my Anti-depressant and Thursday (when I FINALLY get to see my PCP) seems a looooooooooooong way away.

My anti-depressants NEVER make me feel like I want to LIVE, they just make me want to die LESS.

Get it?

So, God that hates me and enjoys my torment, just... help me keep my shit together until Thursday.

Help me STOP CRYING every 15 fucking minutes.

Make this adjustment to my meds be that last one I have to make for 6 months, at least.

Help me STOP making my wives/friends/readers feel like I'm seriously going to attempt suicide right the fuck now if they don't sent da poreeces to my house immediately.

Help them realize that depression is a roller coaster.  Sometimes I get really LOW Low low but I WILL, once again, rise to my usual level of "my life sucks, but whatever, it's been sucking since I was 13 so there's nothing about this particular low that makes it any different than the ones I've had in the past".

Help THEM even if you don't help me, because I really DO love the fucking shit out of them and I really do HATE to make them worry about me.

We straight?

Good.

I still think you are a petulant asshole, but sometimes you do good things.

Thanks! 











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