Eat it, lick it, snort it, fuck it!

Dear Diary,

A lot has happened since we were last intimate.

I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder by Dr. Meadows, which explains the hot flashes and intense sexual longing for penguins.
It was a real special day. When I went to get my Celexa, the hottie pharmacist named Gaston was on duty AND he said that there won’t be any drug interactions with the meds and my lil’ GHB habit! i promised to be a good girl and try not to fuck with that shit on school nights.
i also told him that we should hit skins sometime just for the hell of it and he blushed and said i was a whole lot of woman. this means it’s love!

No matter where I go, I’m always the biggest bitch in the room. the simple pleasures of life are definitely the most satisfying. it’s certainly empowering to take up space.
Yesterday Sharla’s pussycat, Booboo, took a dump in his water dish and then acted all imperious and disrespecting to me when I wouldn’t refill it, so I had to beat the shit out of him with my cane. it’s just a dumb critter, anyway. sometimes being a gimp comes in so handy! afterwards i told Sharla the neighbor’s dog got into an unprovoked fight with Booboo – i think this might be the final straw that gets her euthanized!

Moreover, this video makes me cry salty lagoon tears. It’s like someone cracked open a fucking can of anchovies on my sodden alabaster brow! see for yourself.

Not much else is new. Declan’s nona passed on. She lived a good life. Oh! and i discovered a cool new thing – it’s called RnB!

Love,

Roz