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My words will be your light
Feb. 20th, 2011 05:54 pmAhhh, why must my tummy hurt so very badly? Ever since last night. NOT COOL, stomach. I try to put food in you--a novel concept--and this is the thanks I get?
It BURNS. Like holy water in a demon's ass.
All right, I'm done complaining now.
I actually have a couple positive things to post about. Oh, my life is still full of suck, don't worry (I've got my bases covered; I'm thorough like that), but at least this weekend has given me some brightness to share.
Number one: Kevin (one-half of Jevin, a.k.a. Jen & Kevin) went into rehab for his drinking. He did it of his own volition, jumped through hoops to find a county-funded place that would take him in when he couldn't pay, and I couldn't possibly be prouder of him as a friend for doing it. As I told Jen last night, I'd like to send him an envelope of confetti.
Recovery is not easy & rehab isn't like some contract that guarantees a relapse-free future (far from it), but the first step is where it begins. Taking a step like going into a treatment program--not doing some half assed "I'll quit on my own!"-type shit--THAT means something. Action; not words, not plans. Puttin' your money where your mouth is. Rock on, dude. After everything with my mom over the last year (not even touching on anything else--her previous issues with addiction, my dad's alcoholism, my old best friend Kim's heroin addiction, my brother in law's alcoholism, and so on), it's just nice to be given good news in regards to something like this for once.
Plus it means I can actually talk to him again if I call over there (I'd pretty much stopped, due to the drinking). If it sticks, I'll have a friend back, and I'll feel better about the home that my best friend (Jen) is living in too. That would make me happy.
Speaking of Jen (also known as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dosidella), that brings me to #2: we FINALLY got to chat online last night for the first time in, like, years. Moreover, the last time we talked on the phone was probably late in the Fall (depression issues + time zone issues + social anxiety issues = phone fail). We've emailed since then, don't get me wrong, but it's just not the same. It's too sporadic & not remotely as conducive to crack.
The result? We talked for eight and a half hours.
No, seriously.
We enjoy the use of WORDS.
Haha.
And because our chat ended up being fucking hilarious (what cross-country eight and a half hour long IM conversation in the middle of the night ISN'T?), I'll share my favorite excerpts here now for posterity/shared amusement. That's how we Montell Jordan 'round these parts.
( Shining, shimmering splendor! )
For my Vid of the Day, I can't resist (you'll understand if you read the convo above, haha. Note the, *ahem*, pussy…cat at the beginning of the song. Sure, sure, some might call it a tiger, but LET'S NOT SPLIT HAIRS HERE.[/going to Hell in a handbasket])
It BURNS. Like holy water in a demon's ass.
All right, I'm done complaining now.
I actually have a couple positive things to post about. Oh, my life is still full of suck, don't worry (I've got my bases covered; I'm thorough like that), but at least this weekend has given me some brightness to share.
Number one: Kevin (one-half of Jevin, a.k.a. Jen & Kevin) went into rehab for his drinking. He did it of his own volition, jumped through hoops to find a county-funded place that would take him in when he couldn't pay, and I couldn't possibly be prouder of him as a friend for doing it. As I told Jen last night, I'd like to send him an envelope of confetti.
Recovery is not easy & rehab isn't like some contract that guarantees a relapse-free future (far from it), but the first step is where it begins. Taking a step like going into a treatment program--not doing some half assed "I'll quit on my own!"-type shit--THAT means something. Action; not words, not plans. Puttin' your money where your mouth is. Rock on, dude. After everything with my mom over the last year (not even touching on anything else--her previous issues with addiction, my dad's alcoholism, my old best friend Kim's heroin addiction, my brother in law's alcoholism, and so on), it's just nice to be given good news in regards to something like this for once.
Plus it means I can actually talk to him again if I call over there (I'd pretty much stopped, due to the drinking). If it sticks, I'll have a friend back, and I'll feel better about the home that my best friend (Jen) is living in too. That would make me happy.
Speaking of Jen (also known as
dosidella), that brings me to #2: we FINALLY got to chat online last night for the first time in, like, years. Moreover, the last time we talked on the phone was probably late in the Fall (depression issues + time zone issues + social anxiety issues = phone fail). We've emailed since then, don't get me wrong, but it's just not the same. It's too sporadic & not remotely as conducive to crack. The result? We talked for eight and a half hours.
No, seriously.
We enjoy the use of WORDS.
Haha.
And because our chat ended up being fucking hilarious (what cross-country eight and a half hour long IM conversation in the middle of the night ISN'T?), I'll share my favorite excerpts here now for posterity/shared amusement. That's how we Montell Jordan 'round these parts.
( Shining, shimmering splendor! )
For my Vid of the Day, I can't resist (you'll understand if you read the convo above, haha. Note the, *ahem*, pussy…cat at the beginning of the song. Sure, sure, some might call it a tiger, but LET'S NOT SPLIT HAIRS HERE.[/going to Hell in a handbasket])
