roxy | (no subject)

Dear LJ,

Paxil is the devil. Oh, it's fine when you're taking it, no problem--- but then you stop, and guess what? All hell breaks loose! I tell, you LJ, this has been a week of the monster suck...either I'm crying like a biyatch--or I'm hiding under the dust bunnies under the bed--or plotting someones demise--or convinced I'm the scum of the earth and really need one of those big clangy bells to ring whilst screaming unclean, death...and the next I'm sooooo happy, and I love everyone and life is just --yeah!Up With People! Yes, yes, everyone around me needs to be hugged, maybe discreetly groped...

Hah! It still happens with the meds but not as dramaticlly. And why am I doing this you ask? because the fuckin' Doc's office won't answer my calls for re-fills. Ass-holes. Also, dear LJ, do I look fat in this outfit? Is my ass as flat as I think it is?

I love you, cold unfeeling robot arm!

your friend,
Roxy

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*pets you* *sends strongly worded letter of complaint to dickhead doctor*

Thank you! And could you tie it to a brick and throw it trhough their window? That would make me smile...

You know all my strongly worded letters of complaint come wrapped around a brick and hand delivered through plate glass. Pshaw.

*smiles, thinking of the surprise at the Doc's office--(hope it hits receptionist...)