Brevity + alcohol = soulmates of wit.

Current mood: Vodka. 

#DrunkSingleton

Merry Christmas to all, and to all, some good mood-altering substances.

I think I'm packed for Christmas, yeah?  

No, wait... You're right. I need beer.

Also, I totally hear you -- Xanax would've been great, but alas, there's some shit about ethics where they won't give it to me because I don't actually have anxiety? I KNOW, right, what the shit? This IS America, right? Family gatherings + Jesus' birthday = special dispensation. That's in the Bible: "And lo, distributed among them, there were delicious medications, and yea, they were happy. OK, well...not really HAPPY, but they didn't hit anyone, and so there was peace on earth, and sedated goodwill toward men."

P.S. I will spend today baking MANY cookies; those are almost Xanax if you eat enough of them. 

P.P.S. That whiskey is not for me. That shit is like having one of those hippie honey cough drops in your drink. Ugh.

Lexaprofessional

"Do not drink alcohol while taking Lexapro."

"Pfft. That's for amateurs. 'Bring me another mai tai!'"*



* If you know the quote, you're probably my soulmate. Which is a shame, for I am dead inside and incapable of feeling feelings. Good on you, though.

"Swallow my doubt, turn it inside out..."

I had far too many feelings yesterday resulting from being social, so of course now that I have a free day to myself, as soon as I woke up they all came rushing back, and it was like a team of squirrels took over my brain and started playing emotional volleyball -- "Confused about this!" *pass* "Insecure about that!" *pass* "Oh, hey, what about having kids, wanna rehash that one?" *pass*

Right. So I'll be here all day with a slow drip of coffee martinis, watching comfort movies. I dare you to be sad when Justin Timberlake is serenading Mila Kunis with Kris Kross's "Jump." (Plus...dat ass.)

Or, hell, this seems like a pretty solid state of mind to finally go see
Inside Out and just embrace it all. (Obviously with a venti spiked Starbucks and a big fuck-off tray of theater nachos. That's just being prepared; I learned that shit in Girl Scouts.)