Wellbutrin

Well it looks like I am gonna jump on the medication bandwagon. We'll see, maybe my next five posts will be about the glory and wonder of life and how babies faces sparkle in the moonligt and make me soar on seagull wings... we'll see.

The doctor, in my opinion, is weird & anal, and doesn't really seem to give a shit about what I am saying. Not that I mind really, she ponied up the drugs without much hesitation which is always a plus. I mean, I was all like "so what do you think of xanax", and she was like "Yeah, I can give you some if you want to try it..." . Woah. Does she not know I could sell it for $10 a pop? NOt that I plan on it... I don't.

But it was just weird. She sat there adjusting her lane bryant catalog salmon colored, too short stetch pants, pulling them out of the crack of her ass...

and I was sort of like, wow...

we're all fucked up - no, really...

so sure, give me the drugs, and if you want me to make an ad for you, I'll do that.

Do you see what I mean? It's like, we're all just here in the big clump, this big mess, this big mishmash of humanity. We all have moments where we have to pick the stretch pants out of our asses, although I do try to keep those moments to a minimum or at least limit them when I'm not at home.

hrmmphh. Xaaanex, get your Xannnnex.