Farewell Cocktail Betty
Her Retirement Party Started Saturday
I've done an awful lot of stupid things while drinking alcohol. In fact, I could honestly say that 99.9% of my dumb ass decisions were made under the influence. Once, at a club, I walked up and planted one on this girl who used to date my friend. Her response, "WHY THANK YOU, COCKTAIL BETTY!!!" From then on, that's what they all called me (especially while drinking).
Despite the passage of time, the Depression will not wane. So, I finally
made the decision to quit medicating with alcohol and jump on some antidepressants
for awhile. I gotta tell you, these drugs do some whacky ass things to your
BRAIN. Not only that, I think the entire nervous system may be jumping in
response to these little brown/purplish pills.
Every day, after dose two, for three hours, I feel like my brow sticks out
about 6 feet and I'm just peering out at people from underneath it. At night,
I feel like someone stuck me in a microwave and all my neurons are firing
in response to the oven. ("Tingles" all up and down my arms and
legs.) On the upside, I don't get nearly as PISSED OFF at people as I used
to. The traveling assholes on the road just sail by and I ignore them even
when they cut me off. If this keeps up, pretty soon, I'll have to rename
this site:
The Euphoric, Peace Lovin', Non-Hatin' - Formerly Angry Lesbian.
That would kinda spoil the whole mood of this thing, now wouldn't it?
Signing Off,
The Foggy Angry Lesbian
05/04/06