1. Wednesday, February 5, 2014

    barfed up my breakfast because i ate a vicodin at 7am 


    felt dizzy around noon, then oh crap wheres the mens room

    and then thank god it all bolted out of my poor lil tummy

    and into the super clean bowl in the first rate movie theatre

    the ladies in the adjoining bathroom probably thought i was bulimic

    this is hollywood, after all, but no, im just straight edge and my bod cant tolerate opiates.

    and now i feel 1,000 times better, which is weird because this morning i was nearly in tears.

    a few minutes ago the xbi texted me “sure you still wanna feel pain?”

    i felt like replying “what pain?”

    but they can read my mind.