Eh...
I have a date tonight.
Eh.
It's funny how Zoloft sort of kills your mojo... while making you not contemplate running screaming from your job. (Or killing yourself!)
I suppose the benefit outweighs the drawbacks...
But... Eh. Date-Schmate. I'd rather stay home watching T.V.
I'm going to die alone at this rate.
And thanks to the pills... I'm okay with that. I'm okay with everything. I'm okay. You're okay.
None of us are great. But... eh. Good 'nough.
posted by SuperBee at 5:41 PM
2 Comments:
you sound like when the Griffins go on vacation to purgatory..."this isn't bad...it's not good, but it's not bad"
9:59 AM
Yup! That's me! When are you coming down here?! I want to fondle your breasts. I want to give you a motorboat on your motorboat and I want Allan to run aground again. :)
12:41 PM
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