Screw you bitches, I'm going skiing

I have decided that next year, I shall go fucking skiing by my fucking self. I don't need no holiday with other people.

I'm going fucking skiing for a week. Ski ski, fucking ski till I get good with no one I know to get annoyed.

Ha ha ha.

Medically tipsy

This is the album I'm listening to at the moment. There's a lot of songs already on the radio and a few that I don't mind but only one off the album really struck me. "Hurt Me Soul"... which was playing when I drove back tonight from dinner w/ my peeps.

Yep, somehow there was a "haematology department" dinner with the registrars and residents. It was tonight and ostensibly planned so the most straight-laced of the registrars could have a drink-off.

I was there with Acb. The undisputed love of my life.

Having found this person does not mean I'm devoid of crazy.

And sitting there made me realize so many things... the nicest of which was that my co-workers like me. They actually do. Even if I find myself reprehensible.

The alcohol trick did not work tonight and I was embarrassed. I think I looked better (to me) when sober. How sad. I can't even be sexy anymore when drunk.

I wore contact lenses for the first time in maybe a year tonight. It made me realize how foully I have aged. How ugly I have become although perhaps there was not far to fall. It made me embarrassed for Acb as only my neurosis would allow.

But I had so much fun anyway. It made me feel as if I was liked. And maybe I am.

Imagine that.