where i forgot my meds on tuesday, the rest of the week i've accidentally been taking them from the wrong bottle and have been taking almost a double dose. safe to say, it's been a very fucking weird week.
lived there alone for 3 months. read a lot of books, met a lot of interesting people, and took many bad pics on my digital camera which broke the moment i went back home
i loveeee going to the receptionist of an office building, to the bartender at a restaurant, the clerk at a clothing store, the assistant at the dentist, to ask them for a bandaid. i know they have them, and i want one. they always ask me what's wrong. sometimes they even ask me if i need help putting it on and i always say yes.
